Jorn's fingers curled around the handle of the weapon, and he looked warily into his father's eyes. Gripping the sword tightly, he took a step back and drew it from its sheath. He swept the blade in a quick circular motion out to his right side to test its balance and distract himself while his mind tried to process what was going on while his father was busy fetching a bow for Liliana. The knock at the door quickly interrupted his meditations, and he immediately steadied his new sword in mid-air as Vennar went for another weapon. He pivoted on his left foot and glanced over his right shoulder at the door, raising the blade of his sword higher in preparation to strike any possible enemy who enters.<br/><br/>The familiarity in the voice of Jorn's father upon greeting the visitor put the youth at ease. He lowered his blade and turned about completely to face Piri and Vennar, with Liliana to his flank, and returned the blade to its sheath, allowing the weapon to rest in his left hand. He listened to what the silver-haired woman had to say. His jaw clenched in a stoic frown at the mention of going to the forest and beyond, and his ice-blue eyes sharpened in attentive focus, but he let Liliana do the talking. He caught his sister's glancing angry look, and returned a pointed one with a slight tilt of his head. It was the same look he always used to give her whenever they got into a quarrel he didn't care to continue. He then turned an accusing gaze to Piri and waited for the explanation the children were due.