Valgius nodded. "Imps? Hmm... very different from the Imps I know..." he muttered. The Imps he'd faced were twice his size, and strong enough to lift up pieces of the earth from their place. He shook his head. "This place... I get the feeling I'm not home anymore..." he muttered. 

"Hee, hee! That be correct, Valgius, son of Valorium and protegé of Angoreor." an old woman in a brown robe said. She had a hood around her face, which effectively hid her facial features. Valgius stared at her. "H-h-how did you know... my father... my teacher...? How?" was all he could ask. The lady cackled. "I know lots about things that others don't... isn't that right, Sophie... Child of Destiny?" the old woman asked. Valgius turned to her. "Child... of Destiny?" he asked. Things just went from strange to him thinking he was having some sort of dream. However, a pinch to his hand confirmed he had his wits about him...