Vorach and Orchid both notice a figure robed in white, praying in the corner. He remains for a moment, chanting of fate and destiny and suddenly his eyes flicker open. He looks at the two figures and then glances around himself. Doubt crosses his face for a second but he quickly relaxes then closes his eyes and speaks.

My Lady, where am I? Where have you sent me?

He pauses for a second and then a smile passes over his face.

Ah! That is my duty then. Well it should be simple enough.

He holds out his hand to Orchid.

Greetings Orchid! I am Fates-Son or at least that is what you should call me. Pleased to make your aquaintance.