Unsure of how long time had passed, Ralthavar was at least able to get all the children's parents found, or left in the care of those who would look after them. Most of the people had calmed down now, and found their ways home themselves. Ralthavar led two more people back home personally; his parents. They had helped others in what ways they could before their son asked them to return home. It was mostly quiet on the way back aside from Ralthavar's mother asking him to help some of the others with mundane tasks such as carrying something for them, which he did diligently. It wasn't until they reached home that his father spoke. He asked Ralthavar if he knew what had happened, what Lucia was planning on doing, or simply what she had done. [b]"She has summoned dragons back into this realm, father... The world will be more dangerous that it has before. And it is my duty to protect this world, and stop the dragons. And her as well. I could not imagine that this was how it would be done, but I am a dragoon now. There is nothing that will stop me."[/b]

Ralthavar spent some time at home with his parents, mostly final goodbyes. Though they tried to maintain their emotions during the cerimony, in privacy tears were shed. They were orcs, strong and proud people, but they were also parents who worried about their son, despite evidence that he would be well. There as one parting gift from Ralthavar's mother that he was required to talk: Her mother's [url=http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20121013014544/elderscrolls/images/8/82/584px-Orcish_Battleaxe_copy_large.png]battleaxe[/url], which she has used since the day she left home. She's never slain a dragon with it, but it was more solid than a mountain, and could cleave through bones as though they were twigs. He felt it's weight on his arms, naturally swinging it through the air. One final hug from his parents were all that was given before they allowed him to leave, His battleaxe strapped to his back.

Ralthavar returned to Shattermane to find the others. Surely now they would have found the elders, living or dead. They were going to need a plan of action, since they no longer had the chance to follow Lucia. He had walked in just as Kain asked in exasperation how all the elders died, Ralthavar had only one answer. [b]"Complacency. We should consider ourselves fortunate that we did not share the fates of our masters."[/b]