"Hey, Kately!" Verchiel grinned. "I thought you guys were clearing out last night?"

At the sound of his voice, Oren leapt to his feet and stormed towards them. He jerked the door out of Katelina's hands and nearly knocked her over. "Unless you have official business, I suggest you leave."

Verchiel held up his hands in a gesture of peace. "Well, you're just as friendly as Jorick! Is that an inherited trait?"

Oren's fists clenched at the comparison, and Katelina ...