"Yes I do!" Utah firmed.
"Then even, as you have faith for the journey and the urge to live righteously, I pray that God would rain down a double portion of the blessings of grace He has given me in this life upon you!"
Utah shook within Shalako's arms, as Shalako gripped him even harder to himself. "God is great and greatly to be praised! He has given me length of days, in which I have seen my house put in order and more joy than I could have asked for in these last few years and now He has given me a son to carry on a father's blessing in place of the son I lost. I claim you now, a son after my own spirit and I pray that the fire of God consume all the chaff and waste from your life and leave you as pure, as refined gold fit and able to be fashioned into a vessel of honor of the Masters choosing!"
Shalako held him for a moment longer, but then patted Utah on the back before he pushed him way, "You need to go son, but first do an old warrior one last favor."