Glynn admired himself in the polished metal he found by the old blacksmith's hut. He could clearly see his reflection. He hadn't noticed before, but his hair was growing quite rapidly and as was the hair on his chin. He was beginning to look like an adult. He hoped his mature look would help him in his current quest to record the story of the Imani family.

Glynn had heard that the family had near died out; there was only one living member of the clan. He wanted to know everything there was about them before they were lost to the sands of time. He just hoped the wild man he heard so many stories about could speak like a normal wick.

Glynn had reached the most dangerous part of his journey, the ascent. Glynn had to climb a steep cliff face to reach the Imani manor. Why did all these mad Roeks dwell on steep inclines that could cause someone to fall? Glynn grounded his staff and proceeded, fearing another fall with every heartbeat.

Finally, making it to the top of the cliff, Glynn almost kissed the ground. He was flustered and anxious to get to the manor as soon as possible. He quickly found his way to the fabled home of the wild man. Fixing his hair and trying to look presentable, he unbuckled his satchel and took out his journal. The journal was gift from a newcomer; he found it to be an invaluable recourse in his story writing. Releasing all worries, he knocked on the door and plastered on a superficial smile.

Sabu heard the knock from the kitchen, where he had been hanging herbs to the rafters. Drying herbs had given the space a heavy smell infused by the myriad plants that he rooted out of the forest floor, just like his mother before him. The smell always reminded him of her.

Snapping his head back towards the door, he wondered who it could be. The Laskals normally did not make visits, and Murron Uita came very rarely, and always around evening, when people wouldn't be likely to see her. In fact it was so rare for him to have visitors that for a few moments, he just looked at the door and scratched his head.

Finally, realizing that there was an actual person behind the door, he shrugged, bounded to the threshold, opened the door and grinned out to whoever stood in front of its frame.

"Hello! This is the house of the Imani family! Do you need anything?"

Quite the giant. Thought Glynn, gazing up to see a mass of beard. Standing at around five and a half feet, Glynn was about a foot shorter than the last Imani. He wondered if the whole clan was as big, then again, all Roecks seemed to be giants compared to Glynn.

"So I've reached the correct place? Excellent!" Glynn tried to smile, but all that showed was a small smirk. "Hello, I'm Glynn Todou and I am a . . . chronicler. I heard you were the last of your family." Glynn looked down, knowing how that might have been a sour subject.

"Might I come in?"