Trust her uncle to know exactly what she was talking about, there seemed to be little he didn't know though she was quite surprised that he knew so much about the Galtian people. He knew exactly what a scepter was and even spoke about the ancients, but she still couldn't understand why people would want to share their memories so freely. Surely a memory was something personal and intimate? Why would anyone want to share something like that with people they didn't know? She felt as though using one would be prying into another's personal business, but she could see the benefits from doing so.

"Levantes has three, so there must be quite a few of them in Galtia. Hm. But the one he uses most is different he said, he uses it to store his own memories." If her uncle knew of Zeruge then there was no denying that this man was exactly what Kraden had called him. This was hard enough to take in, but to learn he was compared to the Galtian God because of his skills? Perhaps her brothers mistrust in the man was well placed? What would her mother think when they presented him to her and explained just what he was? What would her people think when word got out?

"Uncle, you never cease to amaze me." Nahele again looked up to the man. "How can you know so much about.. everything? Have you visited Galtia on your travels?" Perhaps a stay in the Glades would do Levantes some good, it couldn't possibly make things worse after all. Plus she owed him a trip to the sea, that always made her feel better.

"Now is not the time for tears, uncle. I want to get home and see mother." Though she appreciated the gesture and rested her head against the older man beside her. "It's been strange to be away from you all for so long."