Chapter 62. A Deathly Welcome

Theophilus’ POV

It had been a long time since I had been home. I was so close to the border and already my mouth watered in anticipation of the food and local beer, the beer especially. I had traveled to several places while acquiring knowledge and none of them had beer as good as the one brewed in Ghysem.

I missed my father, the practical Lord Salmon who had taught me to appreciate the moment. He had taught me to enjoy the simple things of life and I had lived my life abroad that way. I had never done anything to suggest that I came from money or that I was the son of a nobleman but I had remained as though I had very little and that way I had made good friends and valuable relationships.

Although it felt good to return to the splendor of my birth.

“Theophilus? You do not travel with company?” Theo's voice startle