Tsuoma suddenly found himself in a dark room. Nothing significantly happened after the fight it seems. It was like the memory was leading him only to crucial places and events. He wondered just what had happened here at that time. He suddenly heard whispers, he found himself in a room filled with thirty five people who were old, they were probably the elders of the clan. In the middle of the men was Travi. He was adorned in a white robe which had the drawing of a flaming dragon. Travi's father was among the elders. He looked once at Travi and when Travi's eyes met with his, he looked away. Travi didn't put this in mind. He focused on the elders and listened to what they had to say.