The Sunspire Just think of your prospects, my darling take heed:

Cenric not being too late was a celebration in it of itself. When he arrived to the Déorwine’s temporary claim, there were only a handful of faces; half of which he’s seen, the other half he did not. His sister, his cousin, the old woman, and the whore’s bastard. Cenric contained the urge to sneer at his older cousin. That wouldn’t be polite, now would it?

Greetings. He took his place beside Célnes and smiled. It looks like more of the family has found their way to us.