Once upon a time, Clarent had a family; a blood family. He had his smart, beautiful and wise wife, Elaine. He had his two valiant and noble sons Galahad and Varian. He was the godfather to Arthur and Guinevere's children. They called him uncle...
But that was a lifetime ago. Multiple, actually, technically.
He had found a new family in the Cirque. Occasionally, he was even gifted by Dame Fortuna with a child. Clarent had taken instantly to the lad, and treated him just as he would his sons--making sure to help in his training by being patient and understanding. Issac was one of the few here who knew the truth, even if he didn't fully comprehend what all of it meant. It made him all the more precious to the ancient knight.
It wasn't easy to leave Issac behind when the itch to search began anew. Issac was a man though. He didn't need Clarent any more, which is what he told himself to make the separation easier on himself. Something he also joked about--getting more and more sentimental in his 'old age'. Still, that didn't mean he had forgotten about the younger man. In fact, as he did with all his friends, he made sure to bring home a gift. In this case, it was more than a simple gift. It was a relic of Camelot--nothing so old or powerful as one of the 13 all mighty relics... but all the same, something beyond near and dear to him.
Clarent spotted Issac straight away. He grinned brightly, albeit a bit anxiously, wondering if his surrogate son would enjoy the present. He kept the thoughts as best he could at bay, lest Issac catch onto what was happening.
"Good day Issac. Tis good to see you hail." Clarent embraced the other man once close enough and produced his present. It was a simple necklace with a silver chain, upon which was a thing but long vial of water that seemed to sparkle as though there were stars within it. The water was darker than it should be; instead of clear, it was almost midnight blue.