Orn sat in his chair, reading a book titled "The Qualities of a Great Leader" which he had found in the library of the castle. He found it to be rather dry reading, yet he forced himself to continue with it and try to absorb as much as he could from the tome. He was somewhat startled by a rapid knock at the door and rose to answer it.
He opened the door to discover a worn and disheveled Gilean standing there. 'Oh, hello Gilean. Is... everything alright?'
Gilean merely sighed and shook his head. 'May I come in?'
'Yes, of course, of course. Please.' Orn steped back and gestured to an empty chair. Gilean took the offered seat as Orn closed the door and returned to his own.
Gilean spoke in a worn tone, his eyes not quite meeting Orn's, 'I was hoping to speak to Mirin. Is she home?'
'Yes she is, but she's taking a nap right now. You know, those growing twins really sap her energy.'
Gilean closed his eyes and nodded, giving Orn the distinct impression he had, at least for the moment, completely forgotten his daughter was even pregnant. 'Yes, of course. I had just hoped to ask her to look in on Matinus and Nioma for me.'
Orn eyed his father-in-law/stepfather with concern. 'Gilean, what's happened? Is Mom ok?'
Gilean sat silently for a moment, his eyes cast down, before shaking his head. 'No, she's not. Velentham took her.'
