As the traveling wore on, Cy found himself thinking back to the conversation with his professor. *What if I had accepted the offer for additional training? It would be nice to have this power under my control, but then I would be running out on my obligations and my team... *
And what did my professor mean, my father would want me to have this necklace? Given that his mother had always shut down at any inquiry about his father, Cy had always assumed he was either dead, or some boorish brute that his mother had had to flee from. So, then, was Professor Lamruil an old compatriot of Cy's father? Surely if my father had died heroically on some quest, Professor Lamruil wouldn't hesitate to tell me. So then, was he some drunkard or fool?
After several days of struggling with trying to maintain his composure and fill the leadership role that was thrust upon him, Cy was almost glad for the distraction of oncoming travelers. Turning to his travelling companions, Cy said, "We should hurry forward to join up with Zabrock and Biggen. Not that we should assume danger, but better that they don't think we wish them ill."