Natanialathan. Newborn Prince of the Ka'vanth, a noble House of the Dark Elves. Kherath Ka'tath looked upon the swaddled infant with a mixture of joy and sorrow. Joy, that he and Ursah had survived the abduction and imprisonment; sorrow, that such had happened at all. How in the names of all levels of Hell did the Shalonost justify themselves for such an action? Oh, I'm sorry, a "Ka'vanth" murdered one of the Shalonost house. Why did they abduct Ursah, Matron of the Ka'vanth, while she was with child? And in her own place of worship, no less? Kherath faintly heard his ears begin to ring, felt the holes in his hands burning, also his face flushed. His anger at the contemplation of the incident was very nearly uncontrollable.

Kherath began staring at his hands, concentrating, forcing himself to calm down. Rash ineptitude would not be the proper way to go about this... 'I mus' speak with th' King as soon as c'n bae arranged. There shalt bae retribution fer this attack. By me own blood, I swear it. ' With that thought in his head, he uttered a hasty prayer over the head of Natanialathan, that maybe, just maybe sometime in the future, the Prince's kin would completely reunite with the Ka'tath and once again be one House, one ideal, one in all respects. Then he departed, determined to speak with the King about a very important family matter... The very timely death of Kherath's brother, Tet Vi'lar.