Three: SailJareth waited patiently outside, his back partially turned to the door as he picked at his dirty finger nails. He quickly turned and smiled at the sound of the door closing behind me.
“Well?” he asked with his arms outstretched.
“We make sail for the village of Edni, the home of Kenna's father.” Jareth stood there puzzled and slightly c****d his head to one side.
“What? Our grandfather? I thought he was dead.”
“As did I, brother, but it seems our mother has been less than forth coming about our family. Who knows what else they may have kept from us for our protection.”
“So, this is a family reunion then. Are we expecting a warm welcome from the old man?” Jareth tugged at the hand axe in his belt to signify his readiness for anything.
“I couldn't say, brother; nonetheless,
