Quentan picked up the key, holding it up to the light to examine it while the will was read. He didn't miss the requests of the pasted professor, nor the monetary value of the will. He nodded to the official as he left, then turned to Kendra, "Ye donay haf ta ask Lass. Tis lil'  tha' meself cannay put aside fer a month ta see tha' ye haf wha' cumfert meself may off'r."<br/><br/>He refilled his mug and took a healthy pull before he bowed to the young... well, young to him... woman; his beard brushing the floor. "If'n tis nay imposition, tis fine ta stay wit' ye here."