Dane's voice was steady, carrying the weight of a question he'd been building toward his entire adult life.
"My grandfather believed it. His grandfather before him. Four generations of our family kept the records and kept the belief alive when everyone else called it legend. We dedicated our lives to finding you."
He paused.
"I need to know if we were right."
Jolthar was quiet.
"No," he said.
"In the first place, who is this immortal lord? I don't know anything about him."
Dane absorbed this.
"I don't believe you," he said, without hostility. Simply as a factual counter-position.
"You came out of a sealed tomb in Kreeshan Valley. You have energy readings that exceed the equipment's measurement capacity."
He leaned forward slightly.
