Marqex shifted a little, then opened her eyes on a long, drawn out sigh. “You are well?” Darck asked in concern. “I am saddened by what I have just seen,” Marqex said as she held the crystal out to him. “Yet, at the same time, I am pleased by what I have just learned.” Darck accepted the Erekorra and slipped it back into the pack with the other relics. Once he would have asked questions. Now, he waited, content to let Marqex speak in her own time, in her own way. “Tell me, Darck, what story did the Brethren tell of Ugaztun?” Marqex asked. “In short, that they destroyed the home world of the Narrasti, our ancestors, and that a small handful of sugea were able to return the favor at the last moment,” Darck replied. “And do you believe that?” Marqex asked. “To be honest, Marqex, I did not care,” he said, shamed by the truth, but unwilling to lie. “I did believe, yes, but it happened so far in the past, and seemed to have nothing to do with me.” “And now?”
