Barkoa walked up the grassy hillside behind his small house. A small stone structure stood waiting. Entering, he looked around expectantly It was dark inside, excpet for the streams of light entering through the cracks in the roof. "Grandfather" he said softly. Nothing happened. "Grandfather, I need your advice..." he tried again. A shimmer appeared, and then shaped itself in his grandfather's likeness. It wasn't actually his grandfather's spirit, but his master's grandfather's spirit. They both would go to consult him on serious matters. "Yes, ahhh! Barkoa! What brings you here?" "I need your help. I went to Vathinor to help with a local dispute, but there we discovered a few living Vorei! These were the real things too, not just close, but the real things! I need you to tell me all you know about those things, and their history so that I may be able to solve this mystery." "That is ill indeed, Barkoa. Surely you know all that most Mouvians would, but what you need is a first-hand account! I suppose that is why you've come. I knew this day would come too. There is a secret compartment under the floor of the main room of this structure that can only be found with precise instructions and unlocked with the force. Now listen carefully..." *** With the data disc in his belt, Barkoa headed back to his ship. He wasn't sure what was on it, but he had a meeting to attend to. He would look at it later. The ship soared out of the forest and up again towards Phalax...