Upon returning to their room, Kaleeth had naturally noticed that Julan and Rhazii were not in their beds, as they were supposed to be. But, the prominently placed note that Julan had left behind quickly drew her attention. The words on the page were certainly in his handwriting, so she did not have any reason to question them. 

Kaleeth spoke in a casual tone to Janius. "Did we say the children could leave the room for anything? They went to the kitchen for some dinner and I don't quite remember if we said they could to that."

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Julan rubbed the back of his neck, not feeling the need to be as quiet as Rhazii as he answered. "Yeah, he was raised by the maid, and the butler, and the house governor. I don't really know what all of those are. But...that would've had to have been a very long time ago, I think."

Julan smiled as he reached for a cup of the tea that Jatinha had offered them. Back home, there was not always much variety in what they could have for food or drink. They had more than enough food in the clan, but that meant a lot of meals with chaurus meat and mushrooms. For drinks, they mostly had only water, and alcohol that he was told he was not allowed to have yet. Tea was more of a treat. He remembered fondly a pair of Khajiit women that made wonderful tea when they were giving him advice on how to handle some of the changes in his personality that his beast spirit had started to cause. 

"Hi, do you know anything about my father? He is the young person in that painting, Janius." Julan said to Jatinha, pointing to the painting on the wall. "I want to know how he grew up here. He doesn't really talk about it much, or say much about it when he does. He told me some about it today, but not too much."