23.Sep.19, 09:57 PM
"Your father..." P'rin shook his head, almost in wonder, a deep sadness washing over him, "The plague?" He shook his head again. So many lost all those years ago... He let himself be guided to the stool, "I guess that'd make me your grandfather." He sighed, lines of regret creasing his face, "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, L'gan. I should have been." The young man probably had it better staying North, though. Far too many of his kids didn't make it back. He chuckled mirthlessly, "You've got an aunt, a couple uncles, and a cousin around here, somewhere."
The old man sighed and looked up at the healer, "You've got my apology for abandoning you and your family." He quirked a faint smirk, "And my thanks for checking Davrath over and putting up with an old man's hysterics."