"Their parents?" He sorrowfully shakes his head. "They're....." He looks at the children, then looks back at Margret. Then he slowly points at the graveyard. "You care for the well being of others. Then you are not one of [i]them[/i]." He sheathes his sword. "There are no other survivors. I've been here for weeks, looking after those two. Why do you think I kept the beacon lit?" He points at the glowing tower.