Iasc took a seat, just as he was asked to do. He would have to slow down, relax. The more he wanted to leave the longer it would take. Suddenly, an enthusiastic young boy jumped up beside the man, took the deed and key and ran off out the door. The squire’s energy brought a small smile to Iasc’s face.
“I’ve lived there all my life”, he said in a monotone voice, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “It was my parents but I inherited it when my mother... left. That was at the start of fall.”
He felt very uneasy talking about his family, especially his mother, when all he wanted to do was give back the room.