Llorinal’s face didn’t change when his son downed a bottle without giving a crimp. Liquor was one thing he didn’t have a shortage of. When his son finally declared his intentions face became more stern and he turned away form him again though. The mentioning of his brother brought back too many unpleasant memories. With a large gulp the last of his own glass disappeared as well. Deep down inside he knew the reasons for Morendil’s choice all to well and it hurt, but another part of him was glad for it. At least he wouldn’t have to waste his time teaching now. He could continue to just sit in his room and drown away his unhappiness.
It took some time before Llorinal spoke up again and when he did it was with the same monotonous voice as before.
“We don’t have anyone in the House that can teach you Thaumaturgy.” A simple truth, but so much more was hidden beneath. Yet again silence fell, but before his son could react he continued.
“I’ll call in a favour. Be ready.”
With a wave of his hand he indicated that Morendil could go now. It seemed as far as he was concerned this was the end of the conversation. A new bottle was taken, his glass filled again and the natural course of things could continue.
OOCHave the elf lady bring you to the temple a few days after this