"Don't worry I am telling you everything. There is only one way I know to restore the memories of Watson and your family. There is a hidden tribe, older than kingdoms. They guard the knowledge of memory and ancient relics. They know how to bring back someone's memories. They know about reincarnation. They do black magic. So we are talking about them. Their location is hidden." He paused for a breath then continued...
"Three times," Veylan added quietly. "I've sent men. Soldiers. Guides. Each time, they were not succeed. Armies couldn't found them," He leaned closer now, his voice carrying a weight that pressed against Ren's chest. "But you… you are different."
Ren frowned. "Different how?"
