Garaden stood, staring out at the sea. His wife was in their chamber, with his newborn son, Arithilquen, was squalling. Garaden could not help but puff out his chest in pride. He had carried on his line, and gaurenteed a successor, and a continuer of the Nilmar Family. Garaden had many plans for his son, and none included anything his mother would not approve of. Garaden smiled brightly. His dear wife had born him a son.