Apples don't fall far from... well you know

Álarr sighed and shrugged, his shoulders sinking heavily down. "I don't know. I just don't know what has happened. I wandered for awhile trying to track them down but had no success. That's why I decided to just start over, to join Avalon, and maybe find a bit of peace." He was a warrior but he was also a healer and as he aged he desired more and more for stability. Alas that seemed difficult to come by. "I fear my father is likely dead. As for Tyrian…" The words died on his tongue. He didn't believe his brother could actually be dead. He imagined Tyrian had started his own band of adventurers or something in a far off land and was simply too busy to come back and visit.