As Durin approached the Lawrence family's courtyard, he saw the elderly Baron Fernan sitting on a bench from outside the fence, with children running around on the grass.
Durin's arrival made him look very puzzled, as Dragonkind usually did not visit uninvited.
The presence of two at once seemed to make the old man somewhat anxious.
Still, he invited Durin and Lina inside.
"Young Dragonkind, what brings you to seek out an old man like me?"
Durin raised his hand, and sprouts shot up from the ground, quickly growing into two stump-like chairs.
Sitting down with Lina, Durin gazed at the elder before him, "Hello, I am Durin Ailish, and this is Lina Anselong."
"So it's Lord Durin, a legend like yourself, what brings you to my doorstep today?" The old man's face looked a bit stiff, Big Orange scanned and confirmed that he had suffered a stroke in earlier years. He was lucky to have survived, but his legs were slightly incapacitated.
"Do you still remember Zanan Kuben?" Durin asked.
