You are standing in a graveyardnin front of the grave of your parents, behind you are some guards who rescued you and a priest who is chanting last rites. Soon who elderly yet beautiful women approach you.*

they looked at the boy infront of them, lean and poor looking, wearing a raggad tunic and pants, he almost looked like a beggar, but without a doubt he had features of both his mother and father. Sara:"Yup...., lean and lanky, just like your Father." Elizabeth:"I remember those....,you really are Jenna's son."