“But…we siren slowly forgot the words of the old ones. Lady Lellia’s songs were harder to remember than Lord Krokan’s.” He stares out at the nothingness with a sad expression. I remember in his memory when he lamented not hearing Lellia’s words. “It was postulated that the roots died when we stopped paying homage to her. Then, with Krokan’s rage allowing the forces of the dead to bleed into our world, the roots began to rot; it is now solely Lord Krokan’s domain. The balance is off. This is Death’s grave.”
