From the epic:

“Grandor stood on cliff’s edge surveying the valley before him. Five years he had waited for the summons, five years of watching the ridge for the slender column of white smoke that would mark his return to the world beyond. Today what appeared first as a trick of light, was now the signal rising above the distant dark rocks. Returning into his home, he grabbed his spear and shield, exchanged a quick look with his wife and left her crying.”