Grohn sat on the straw-filled couch, staring akwardly at his own son
sitting accross from him. This was his son, whom he had just met, and whose
brother Grohn was pretending to be. Things just didn't get much weirder than
that.
"So, Adael," Lor finally said, "You never said what brings you here to
Mysthaven from... from... Where did you say you were from?"
"Drache," Grohn said, "And I wanted to find out a little more about who
my father was."
"Was?" Lor arched a brow.
"He passed away just last year," Grohn said, adding a bit of melodrama,
"Stabbed to death, I'm afraid."
"So it was a painful death, then, was it?" Lor kept a steady, unemotional
gaze at Grohn, "Thank the gods for small favors."
Grohn didn't respond to this, only scrunching up his face and glaring up
at his son/brother.
"We're not big fans of the old bastard here," Lor continued bitterly,
"Not since he left my mum pregnant and pennyless here while he decided to get
himself thrown in jail for the third time."
"Oh," Grohn said as he looked at the floor. He felt a feeling of guilt
creep in the back door like a long lost friend. For a few seconds, he was
silent while he tried to remember the last time he felt guilty for something.
Lor just sat back and watched Grohn, a cocky smile on his face.
"I know how you feel," Grohn finally said, "He was absent from a good
portion of my life, as well."
"Oh?" Lor replied as he lifted his eyebrows, "So why all the interest,
then?"
"Well," Grohn looked into his son's eyes, facing his fury, "Let's just
say that I got to like him a bit before he passed on."
"Alright, brother," Lor said quickly, "Well I'm afraid I have to leave
you here while I go to work. Mum shall be back shortly."
"So I'll wait here?"
"Yeah," Lor said as he rose and pulled a wool cap over his head, "And
keep in mind, if you touch a hair on her head I'll kill you with my bare
hands."
"You'd better use something sharp, instead," Grohn said quickly, pointing
with his eyes to the dagger-shaped bulge in Lor's pantleg, "Or you're liable
to have your hands full."
Lor chuckled, turned, and left the house.
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