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Upon this moment, Dungeon Siege Legacy now truly begins! If necessary, scroll up to read the actual story.

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The young Utraean sat in front of the flickering fire, staring into it. He felt a hand rest on his shoulder before he looked up to see the redheaded male standing over him, who quickly took a seat beside him.

"Thinking?"

The Utraean couldn't help but smile as he said "No. My mind is perfectly blank." The two chuckled together.

The Utraean continued, giving him a serious answer, "Yeah... My people have lost so much; too much. I'm not sure we'll be able to survive for much longer."

The Human leaned forward, getting a bit closer to the fire to poke it with a stick that had been laying nearby, readjusting a few logs. "I'm sure it'll be fine. I'm sure we'll be able to defeat the Shadowjumper."

"It is best not to be so blindly optimistic. In all likelihood, we will fall short." The Utraean sighed.

"I know. It's like I came from a perfect place. Honestly, I figured that you Utraeans had it better."

"In some aspects, that is true. But we make far bigger mistakes when we wield magic."

"Maybe, but that's only because Utraeans tend to wield a larger mana reserve."

"I suppose."

They stopped speaking for what felt like an eternity before the Utraean spoke up once again.

"I wish... I could have done something about all of our losses. I wish I weren't so young and weak."

In a low voice, the human responded, "Please don't say that. I have already gotten this far away from my home; from Arhok. There's no way we can fail."

The Utraean looked at the Human, who wore an expression of hope; an expression of hope that exposed a small bit of doubt.

"Perhaps you are right."