who would they save? Uhhhh....good point
"Is she gone?" Milter asked reappearing behind them.
"Yes, she's gone." Jayden replied.
"Milter, what do you know about Uncle Martin?" Gregor asked.
"Your Uncle Martin? Why do you ask?"
Looking at each other suspiciously, both brothers set their gauntleted fists on their hips and regarded the diminutive wizard.
"Ok, Milter, fess up, what do you know?" Gregor asked.
"We thought he was dead." Jayden added. "Aunt Jan says he just 'departed' one day."
"Well..." Milton hedged. "He's not dead."
"Well?" Both brothers wondered in unison.
"Look boys, its rather delicate and," He looked around. "Someone might over hear us."
"Oh, right." Gregor deadpanned. "Lets go somewhere more private than the battlements with just the three of us."
Looking between them for a minute, Milter could see he wasn't going to get them off the topic and, darn it, he had used his only displacement spell hiding from Jan.
"Ok." He said solemnly. "I suppose you're both old enough to hear this. However, she's right. He's not dead."
hmmm where to go from here
Milter shook his head, his grey eyes sparkled dangerously. He hesitated in telling them anything more for a moment, he knew very well what they would do once they heard the truth. Yet there was a detemination in their eyes, thesame determination their uncle had bore on the day he set off on his quest and he knew that he would not escape until he had told them the truth, well part of it anyway. Sighing with defeat he began to tell the tale.
"It all began one evening, when a group of starngers had come to the city looking for a place to stay ...