“Perhaps I could look for her,” Tyrric offered one day.
“You? You’re the one advising I should dump her.” The suitor Keelath had met with that day had been particularly clingy, and it had put him in a foul mood.
“Yes, but… you’ve been so morose lately. Maybe I was wrong. I could find out the truth for you, either way.”
“I should be the one to go,” muttered Keelath, though he knew his father wouldn’t let him.
“Trust me,” said Tyrric. “I won’t let you down.”
“Very well,” said Keelath unhappily. “Please, give her my best, and tell her to come back soon.”