"That is correct." The few words kept the newly found attention that the ink lizards had. They had not expected that Walker would know of this so soon and wanted to take the time to see what the party was like. If they would have the strength to protect the twelve eggs they wished to grow up in a new land and grow the ancestral memories.
"We are born of one skill no matter the class, abilities, and strength of affinity to the dark mana. It is called ancestral memories carved in blood. A passive skill that allows us to remember our past. It also allows us to learn our natural skills faster."
"We know that some dragons have similar skills that allow them to learn more about their past. The dragons of the water called it the roaring waves' memories. Those of fire call it the song of wildfires past. We hope that those memories of our own race can still learn and grow in a new territory. One that will hold a connection to the future of all the planes."
