There was a long pause that followed upon his arrival. It was a slightly uneasy silence that had him shuffle uncomfortably from foot to foot. Diēscogitō cleared his throat to break the stillness before it dragged on much longer. It made sense they might be slow to speak given how long they had all been apart. They were all familiar strangers after so many years. He could tell they had all changed significantly over so much time that Diēscogitō wondered if they might be considered the same people he once knew.

It was at this point another entered the clearing-- a small child at their side. The man was older; eyes heavier then Diēscogitō recalled, but he recognized Ryven and what was no doubt his daughter standing by him. Diēscogitō's hands went up, and he pulled his cowl back, before finally removing his mask. He offered Ryven a nod of recognition and a small smile to his daughter before returning his full attention to those gathered.

He was not sure what to say, or how he might address the others, so he decided to start with the obvious. "It's...been a while... I guess.."

Another pregnant pause. 

He swallowed and licked suddenly dry lips, "I suppose we should..." he stopped short and frowned as he scanned the clearing once more. He spoke again, confusion tainting his voice, "where is father's..."

He stopped short unable to summon the words as if to speak it might make it all too real. The question was there; he had only recently returned to the country, still so much was unknown to him. Even how Brand had explicitly died stilled remained a mystery to him. His gaze fell to Adinraen though the question was voiced to all gathered. He hoped someone might shed light on recent events. If only to illuminate the darkness of the unknown.