30 Years ago

"Let's talk about the important stuff," Clara said. "What I sent you here to do."

Ning laid back on the seat and looked at her with a curious look on his face. "Can I ask, how old are you exactly?" he inquired.

Clara raised an eyebrow. She thought for a bit and said. "Something like 43 years," she said.

"Did you leave this place when you were 17 then?" Ning asked. 

Clara's eyes narrowed in surprise. "So you found something?" she asked.

"You're part of the Grazer family, aren't you?" Ning asked. "The one that used to be the ruler of the Whiteowl region, but was instead wiped out in a fire that appeared out of nowhere and killed everyone?" 

Clara glared at Ning for a while before sighing. "Yes, I am from that very same family. The one and only member of the Grazer family that still remains," she said.

"I see," Ning said. "I assumed that after I learned about the family and what had happened in the past."