The kitchen wasn't a place to talk politics nor discreet matters. If there's one thing Aprophil and Jordy have learned over the years was that walls do have ears and they listen. Hence, they agreed to take their conversation elsewhere, to a place which was discreet and free from people who will eavesdrop on them. Aprophil led the way while his mother followed. They chose the council chamber, it was small and no one was allowed to even pass through its walls. When Aprophil was certain they were all alone, he started to speak;
"It was Lord Balrus." He said carefully not to upset his mother.
"Balrus? What did he want?"
"Nothing much, he was just stopping by to see how we are doing."
Jordy wasn't easily convinced. "He never does that we both know it. Tell me the truth."
Aprophil knew there was no getting away from his mother's shadow, especially one who was so worried about her son like how his mother was.
