Let the road

While his face may mirror a youthful, thinner Kellam, Ruth’s eyes reflected the sharpness of his mothers. They’d follow his father’s back, glancing briefly to the two following in behind and offering them a nod. If he refused them, Megara would have his neck and even he knew there were limits to the stoners grace.

“I can be.” And then immediately offering them both an out if possible. “Though, Megara should return tomorrow if you would rather she do it.” There was also the possibility she would find it a fitting punishment, but he put that from his mind as it rose from the mix.

Walking deeper into the cottage, the group were greeted with a homely dwelling, despite the trail of blankets, disturbed path trailing through from one room. Ruth did pick up a few pieces, fixed the disturbed furniture that he’d bumped on his way to the door, but he maintained his shirtless defiance, the dalish scrollwork adorning sections of his back, shoulders and arms. He also closed his bedroom door for good measure, since it was none of their business what he did and why, it hadn’t been for nearly twenty years.

Gaining back to his father’s position he’d gesture to the kitchen table. At one end sat a tea set, clean and ready for use. All that was needed would be the hot water which the younger elf now moved to do. “Take a seat and you can tell me how I can immediately help you.”