As they talk, Apoc turns, “Ummm are you a Barian? I thought you were in the Land of The Dead.” Apocralyh walks over, a tween girl in size. She smacks Ragnarok, “Brother what will we do with you.”

“My parents told us stories, about the noble barians. Whom never gave up there hope. Is it true?” Apocrayph pauses, “but if its true and you needed help, why didn’t our parents help you?”