Finn stood in front of the manor that night, staring at the path that led to the hunting lodge.
He believed Soren and Rowan were there, keeping each other company… without him.
He should probably get back to his post. It was quite clear that they did not want him in the morning. He needed to save the little dignity he had left and leave them alone.
He faced the manor, choosing to let them be.
However, he only took one step toward the stairs and turned around.
"They have to say it to my face," Finn muttered under his breath.
He told himself he was acting on assumptions. He had walked out by himself in the morning and assumed they didn't want him.
They were angry and disappointed in him, and he understood that. But he was going to try one last time, and only when they told him to leave would he accept it.
The path through the trees was dark. Crickets. The faint smell of woodsmoke the closer he got. His hip still ached just a little when he walked too long, but he did not slow.
