"Hmm." Inigo nods. Usually this would have been old history for him, since it's not like there was much of a war between regular people possible after Grima attacked, but his trip to the past put it all back into focus.

"They've been worshipping Grima just as long as we've been worshipping Naga, so our nations have always been at odds over it. Probably all the way back to when those two first appeared, a thousand years ago. A big group of people within Plegia was trying to resurrect Grima, so Ylisse went to war with them to try and stop them. That was only stopped when my grandfather died, and instead my aunt Emmeryn became the Exalt."

He's staring off at the opposite wall of the cabin now as he speaks. And though Inigo is talking about family - his grandfather, his aunt - his tone sounds a little distant. Like he's talking about history, things not as directly related to him.

"She wanted there to be peace, so she stopped the war. Plegia didn't seem to think about it the same way though, and instead they started attacking Ylisse, even after we had withdrawn. They even killed Emmeryn. That's how my father ended up becoming the Exalt instead."