"Shadasawat is the founder of our tribe, she invented magica after a long and arduous training to gain more power."
Elder Cyan's words are embedded deeply in Vale and Brom's minds.
"You know about her all along and never even informed us about this?!" Brom was livid, thinking of how miserable he was by the nightmare, her terrorizing his best friend, and not to mention the unknown curse befall the kingdom. "You know how much we were suffered by that woman?!"
"We can't do anything, as we have our own set of rules, our ancestors already dictate us to do." Elder Cyan's set of tears will never fool Brom and Vale, they firmly believed the tribe was hiding something much bigger than they knew before.
"Come on, elder Cyan, you suspect us to believe with all the lies?! Just tell us the truth." Brom became impatient, as he kept staring directly into the elder's eyes.
