If he sank any lower, he would be kissing the ground. His shoulders drooped, and he bowed his head. Quaylin had failed his quest and his brother. The various women's faces swirled in Quaylin's mind, but he still couldn't locate the perfect bride for his brother after weeks of searching. Did his brother even have a type? Quaylin didn't know. The marketplace's women were either already married or not right for Orin. Quaylin had tried the taverns, but most women weren't the type you brought home as a wife. But where could Quaylin find the perfect woman for Orin? Oh, she allowed his brother to live with them, but he could see how it wore on his wife's nerves to have Orin underfoot. Of course, he had his orders from his own wife to do so. If Orin wasn't willing to find a wife, then Quaylin would find one for him. No need to come along this time." He stood and patted Quaylin's shoulder before heading toward Greymist Forest.įor weeks, Quaylin had watched his brother delve further into his loneliness, and he'd had enough of it. "Aye, I am." Orin strung his bow and checked his quiver full of arrows. "Are you going hunting again?" Quaylin sank upon a log beside Orin.
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