The matter would have been forgotten by most as the Tel′Avari had always been a secretive people and their slaughter had gone all but noticed by any save the Gods. It was only by visiting the great Seer that Tyr had learned that his lover had born him a son yet the other Gods had blinded him from tyr to prevent him finding him. Of course this was but folly for blood will always beget blood. It  had taken more than a few years for him to locate and find where his son was.

At that moment the darkened skies above the place of his son′s dwelling darkened as a raging storm grew. The skies were dark as night as shads of silver lightning split the sky and the winds gathered. In one flash of pure bright lightning Tyr appeared upon the cliffs by the cabin dark haired and wrapped in armor and fur. He was unaware that his son was sleeping still after such passion it was ironic that only by the power that surged from him in his pleasure that Tyr had found him. He had expected to find the young boy alone yet as he took a couple of steps closer he sensed another presence in the home. Drawing his sword with a grating sound he held it in a lowerd posture.

"Come forth and present yourself before me..If you have a shred of honour in that soul of yours do not make me seek you out." Tyr held the great sword with one hand his other having been claimed by Fenrir the gauntlet of the missing hand was a solid gold hand forged for him by Brokkr in pennence for his lost hand.