It sounded like a myth, something made up by the Greeks or the Norse. Most likely, it was something handed down through the family, year after year, a tangled of words that got molded over time into this noble tale; there were shades of similar things across the world. Heroes, gods, sacred duties.

It was just a way to feel important.

He kept his smile, however thin it is. “It must be difficult to be away from a place that is so sacred to you and your familiar.” His hands slid into his pockets, weight shifting from one foot to the other.

“I hope we can get you back there soon.”

And out of here.