The silence lasted for a dozen seconds, and soon Desmond realized that no one else would be coming. "I should have guessed why an old bag of bones like you would even think of sharing anything with the other ancestors of the five clans."
Curiously, Emerard designed to respond to that comment, although his response was not what Desmond was expecting. "There is no one else left; they are all dead."
Desmond lifted his guard instantly, but nothing happened, no revelation of an evil plan or sneak attack, all that took place was another awkward silence in the middle of a catacomb. Unable to contain his curiosity, Desmond asked the question he had on his mind. "What happened to them?"
With a weary sigh that sounded like a bunch of bones being whittled against each other, Emerard removed the hood that covered his face and answered. "What else could have happened to them? This cursed land took them away."
