"Hey, Kately!" Verchiel grinned. "I thought you guys were clearing out last night?"
At the sound of his voice, Oren leapt to his feet and stormed towards them. He jerked the door out of Katelina's hands and nearly knocked her over. "Unless you have official business, I suggest you leave."
Verchiel held up his hands in a gesture of peace. "Well, you're just as friendly as Jorick! Is that an inherited trait?"
Oren's fists clenched at the comparison, and Katelina had a sudden vision of Verchiel getting punched again.
"Do you need something?" she asked quickly.
He put his hands behind his head, the picture of casual innocence. "I just thought that since Jorick was busy, you might be bored."
"She's none of your business," Oren snapped. "Go away."
Verchiel didn't move. "So Jorick has you
