Shared Wounds (Part 2)

"What about Rena's triplets?" Orion asked. "They were born at the end of your military tour and they are barely two years old now."

"I might have skipped town on purpose a few times and dropped the little stinky bombs on Nalrond whenever I could." Lith turned around to pretend to check the tables and actually hid his face. "They weren't mine and my free time is precious."

"Dirty bastard." Orion laughed while Raaz sent a reproachful gaze to them both. "Well, I'm just like you two. I haven't dealt with a newborn ever since… you know. I'm rusty as well. Mind if I join your little club from time to time?"

"No problem." Lith nodded.

A gala required making sure that there would be enough space, seats, and food for everyone. The furniture had to be different from that of everyday life. More luxurious to impress the highest nobles and more discreet because it would stay at the edge of the rooms instead of the center.