Jurgen stepped out onto the balcony into the morning sun and stretched. His shoulders made a slight popping sound. Then he exhaled, and started to turn back to the door when something caught his eye. Then he led out a whoop and went over the railing. He caught the light pole to break his fall, then swung down and landed a couple feet in front of the tall young man walking up the path. When the young man smiled, Jurgen laughed before stepping forward to hug his brother.
Liam laughed as Jurgen grabbed him by the arm and half dragged him up the path that lead into Darodelf. “You couldn’t have sent word ahead that you were coming?” Jurgen shook his head. “A letter? Anything?”