“A drink?” Errol offers standing at a table in his own private living room that is part of the main house.
“Yes, please. You were waiting for us?” Shaman Jack says, remembering that Errol was already there when they arrived.
“My scouts' mind linked me the moment your truck pulled up, when they showed me your face I thought to let you come in right away instead of making you wait a few days,” Errol admit.
While Errol poured some drinks for them he mind linked someone to come over.
“Elder Errol, you called for me?” a young woman in her early twenties walked in, also a were-owl.
“Yes, please take his pickup truck’s keys and go park it for me,” Errol says.
Shaman Jack takes his keys out of his pocket and hands them over, “thank you.”
“A former orphan now helping with new orphans, and ru
