Ragnarok silently followed after the elf girl after she yelled out a peculiar dwarfs name. How she knew him was beyond him because they all looked the same. Short, veiny, and hairy. So rather then procure her wraith he simply watched the dwarven soldiers shift their weapons to him till the fellow named Blathir made them stand down. He nodded a gentle thanks to the dwarf as Lydia introduced him to the stout creature.

The time wore on as Lydia and the dwarf weaved their way through the fortress to the kitchen then finally to a private room that was almost definitely Blathir's. Lydia went on to explain everything and somewhere between the fall of Termina and Ragna's family he drifted off. His consciousness feeling the pull of a magic call. WIth a deep breath he let his mind fade away till he saw his father sitting on a throne of bones.

"Ah. Dear boy. So good of you to answer the call of your father. Do you know the value of the wee lass you are traveling with? Of course you don't. Your brothers do. Which is why they are trying to kill you... Though I'm sure you already ran into them, huh?" His voice was like a metal knife scraping across a glass plate. Ragna forced himself to calm down and allowed a smile to broach his lips." Yes father. However. Whatever the worth of her. She is like me, and I made an oath to get her to the King safe. Family or not if you try to destroy my oath. I will see your head on a pike." He waved his hand casting himself from his fathers grasp and returning to his body just in time to catch. " Earth knows...." His hearing faded out for a second before he refocused on reality. " I don't...." He decided to stay his tongue and follow them to what equated to a great hall for the dwarves, and with Lydia curling next to the wall he mumbled a simple good night before slipping back out into the courtyard to get a glance at the new dawn.

"What could she possibly be to both the King and my father. She is just a half-breed....like me..." Ragna mumbled under his breath before sitting down against the wall and putting his chin in his hands. "So many questions. So little time." His eyes drifted the the black steel helm the now rested on the ground, with his hand moving to the hilt of his claymore. " Mother. Provide me with the power to fight my father and brothers. Provide me with the ability to decimate any and all threats to Lydianna, for she is my oath." He never truly believed in higher powers before however he felt that he should try and get a blessing or two while he was still alive.

In the distance the demon war machine was on the march. Destroying everything in their path. Leaving roads of bone, and cities aflame. Ragnarok could feel it in his heart. His brothers were getting closer and the longer they stayed here, the more trouble these....halflings would be in. As much as he despised the little men, he never wished the demons wrath upon them. Specially not his fathers wrath.