It seemed Kjell was not the only one who knew a few Lyalls and he gave Drestig a considering look. How brow arched upwards. After a moment, he glanced back over at the very Lyall in question. Must be an awfully big family, he reckoned, that it had also started to spread into some other names. Tainn.
He tucked that little tidbit away for later.
Renier’s reply was met with a casual shrug, the wolf swinging his head from side to side. “Nothin’ to know. Father’s dead, mother’s run off again. Murderous brother may ‘er may not be about.” Golden eyes twinkled, as if he found something about Kjors’ previous attempts on his life funny. But then, that really was his family in a nutshell, wasn’t it? Nothing stood to honor Søren. Their mother kept acting like some kind of yearling in her first heat. Better off this way, really.
But… Kjell shrugged again, any glimmer of pleasure fading from his expression. “Met a Jayse in a snowstorm, helped her back home. Was travellin’ with Bishop fer some time there – bu’ she didn’t much care t’ be that near yer brother Rook neither, an’ she went back home t’ Renegade’s Reach.” Her home. Not his. He had no place there, so he hadn’t followed. “Didn’ see much reason t’ lurk ‘round there, though, soooo… Here I am.”