His son's voice jolted Vennar back to reality, causing him to turn around. He was unsure if Jorn had heard any of what he had said but he wasn't sure how much he couldworry about that now. He stood up, picking up a sheath he had bought earlier that day, placing the sword within it before kneeling down in front of Jorn and resting a hand on his shoulder, pausing before he said anything.<br/><br/>"Jorn, it is time I told you why I have been working so late for the last few days," he said. He suddenly realised the door was still open. He pushed Jorn inside, taking one last glimpse to make sure no guards were passing before shutting the door. "Your uncle has been captured by the king's forces and...well, we both know his likely fate. Myraz must be stopped but I am long past the age where I can do this myself. But this is dangerous, if you want to do this I know someone who can get you out of this city unseen. It is up to you though." He held the sheath out to Jorn, waiting to see whether he would accept the weapon or not.