Colahn's fingertips vigorously rubbed against the warm porcelain teacup, half-full of a light herbal drink. Silently, he sat across two men, both staring at him and the woman sitting gracefully beside him. The nightly wind did its best to enter the room. However, it did little to influence the temperature, for it fought against the writhing flames within the fireplace. With a relieved smile, Colahn lifted his head and gazed at the two young men awaiting his response.
"I am glad that you thought this through. Indeed, it would be unwise to make the judgment yourself with your eldest brother and father in the dark about this matter." Colahn nodded, "Worry not. I will take good care of the orb and make sure it is good and untouched until we return back to the city."
"Thank you, Colahn." Emlen smiled faintly as he squeezed Moulin's hand within his. "We will make the final decision together with the rest of the family."
My brother is right, Moulin thought.
