Rohan reached the central staircase, his eyes mindlessly drifted over the walls. The portrait over the staircase caught his attention. He's never properly looked at that, has he? Maybe another day. Rohan continued down until he could see Ainsley at the bottom. The youngest Nicneven leaned against the decoratively carved newel posts. Seeing his brother waiting on him didn't cause Rohan to speed up any. Ainsley acknowledged his brother's leisurely saunter and snorted. Although his face never betrays what he's thinking. Whether expressive or not Ainsley could read Rohan like a book.
“I knew you weren't going to rest”, he shook his head, “you shouldn't push yourself.” As if acknowledging his advice Rohan leaned on the bannister and closed his eyes. “Oh that's new”, Ainsley thought. But did h
