Chord wasn't typically a serious man it was a fact he'd become rather aware of all too quickly. The heavy news he bore did not sit well with him at all, he feared sharing it and at the same time he felt awful keeping it. A part of him certainly wished he'd never gone to Ahlon, Novel and Dutiron would still have their kids here and more importantly they'd be none the wiser about Arelahn. He'd never been overly close to his great aunt but this was the boy's first loss and it still ate away at him, even more so now that he was crossing Threar territory and making his way to his grandparents den.
His expression was grim and steps heavy as he finally arrived at the edge and let out a soft call to his grandfather. "Gramps..." He was technically tresspassing, he hadn't spoken to his aunt Novella yet but truthfully that was the last worry upon his mind right now. "Are you up? Can you come out for a bit?"
