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Outside the room, Oros found his companions awaiting his return.

Zoknal looked up. "Lots a yelling in there."

"Yes, but things have calmed down now." Oros said.

"What now then?" Trego asked.

"We'll stay here for a bit, so make yourselves at home." Oros said. He spotted a slave cleaning nearby and called her over. "Bring my two companions to their guest rooms."

The slave bowed and headed off.

"Follow her, I'm going to go see my sister." Oros said.

The Norvosi wasn't too happy with staying, but the Ghiscari as ever remained stoic and didn't let his displeasure show.

"Better be some rum in that guest room, I am growing quite bored with the castle life, it's not too different from that of a bearded priest." Trego muttered. The priests ruled Norvos so they were treated like nobles there.

The two mercenaries headed off to the guest wing, while Oros went to back of the keep. The Summerwind Citadel didn't have an fertile soil, but his House built a garden in the back where dozens upon dozens of plants from all over the Freehold hanged from vases and pots. It was a beautiful place where the women of the House liked to spend their time. Oros didn't really care much for plants, the only beauties he adored were the feminine kind.

By now the keep was quite aware of the lordling's return so the guards treated him like they would any other member of the house. He nodded and parted from the door to the gardens, opening it for him.

Oros walked inside and saw half a dozen women sitting around eating deserts, sowing and gossiping. They stopped and looked at him when they noticed him by the doorway. He offered them a charming smile and tried to spot his family.

His mother, Naelanys, was easy enough to spot. She hadn't changed much in those 5 years, just gained more wrinkles. "Mother." He said with a bow of his head.

"Oros...you're here." Naelanys said, hardly believing that her son was back after all this time.

Oros looked around at the other women, trying to find his sister. She had been 14 when I left, flat as a board and just recently flowered. None of the women there matched what he remembered of his sister.

One of the women stood up. She was quite stunning in the gold dress that she wore, her hair was decorated with golden jeweled bands and over her right shoulder. She walked up to him and hugged the lordling. "Oros."

He knew her. "Saena, how you've grown." Her bosom pressed against him. She is certainly not flat anymore.

After a few short moments however, she pulled away and slapped him hard across the face.