The door closed slowly.
Lombarth and Phelia stood in front of Garen and his uncle.
"Garen, seeing you succeed, I’m happy for my sister and brother-in-law. With us Jody’s, I’m still considered to be pretty well off. And now there’s you." Garen’s uncle Tyr said earnestly. "I’m old now. Some things are harder to manage, more tiring. You’re different, you’re young, you can still go for a long while."
"Uncle, you don’t have to beat around the bush with me, you can tell me anything straight." Laughing in spite of himself, Garen leaned forward, suggesting he’s genuinely interested.
"That’s good to hear," Tyr nodded in appreciation. "I asked Lombarth here, so you, as his elder cousin brother, can help advising him in the future if he messes up anything. Of course, only if you have the time. The Anjer household can still afford to keep him fed and housed without much difficulties."