For a moment, Kenna saw something flicker in the taller woman's eyes, but then the voice beckoned them on and Riselin did not elaborate. She did give the small green-skinned student an apologetic half-smile as they parted, since she was apparently expected by custom to sit with her kin and Kenna ended up next to Theron. Something in the Rhy-cat's body language seemed off, as if sensing trouble but unable to pin it down and respond, but the bone-dry, dust-drab recitation of bequests and suchlike matters had already begun.<br/><br/>Indeed, even after the bequest of the annual grant to the Royal College was confirmed in perpetuity by the will Theron remained on edge.  Item after item, met with sighs of relief or disappointment, line after line...the good Dame Provost apparently had a sizeable amount of property that her own family seemed to find surprising.  But then Kenna heard something that grabbed her attention and held it.<br/><br/>"Finally, to my grand-daughter Riselin, who has for no fault or misdeed long suffered, I grant the following: firstly, the townhouse in Arran's Thirst with an annual stipend equal to the wages of a Royal clerk; secondly, a chest of tomes and supplies held in storage for her with my executor; and thirdly, an arrangement for her hand in marriage to a most deserving candidate, one Kenna Falzin of the village of Underleaf. No good arguing with me, girl, Their Majesties have already tried to talk me out of it and I won them over smartly enough."