Jorn's first thought was that he was being sent to assassinate the king! The youth's eyes widened and he leaned backwards reflexively. Before he could respond, his dear sister interrupted. Her timing was extremely inconvenient, but her words reminded him of a vital detail he had overlooked. His mouth still partly open in surprise, he turned his head to look at his sister, and stared for a second, his wide eyes meeting hers questioningly, and it was clear he had no answers to her questions. They snapped suddenly back to Vennar, staring at the aged blacksmith pointedly. "...what?", is all he could say. The idea of leaving the city was akin to jumping into a volcano. He simply had no words with which to reply to such a suggestion.<br/><br/>"Fineg's been taken away...", he suddenly blurts out, his voice shaky and solemn. Fineg, the butcher down the street and close friend of the family, had always been so kind to Jorn and Liliana as they were growing up. Jorn had originally meant to relay this news upon his return home, and now, lacking anything intelligent to say about his own fate, he settled upon this. He glanced quickly at his sister once more, and then his eyes fell upon the sword in his father's hands. He stared at it with awe, at once knowing what was about to happen but at the same time very afraid of the consequences...<br/><br/>He opened his right hand in anticipation.