Asger talked with the other Tyrsson for about an hour just to get a general idea of if everyone's story was basically the same, turn 15 and then get almost mauled by monsters. It seemed thus far that, that was in fact the consensus. Asger shrugged and headed for his cabin passing by a white haired boy sitting under a tree with what seemed to be a minion of the Undead, interesting. Upon arrival Asger just sat on his bed and contemplated what this was going to mean for his life. What about his foster parents, wouldn't they be sick with worry? Could he see them, or was he now entirely stuck in this safe house for the rest of his teenage life.