A dedicated reception party was there to greet them.
They got out of the car and stepped through the gate.
The courtyard was immaculate. A spry, elderly man came forward to welcome them.
"Young Lord Grant, a pleasure to meet you!"
Quentin Grant extended his hand to shake his. "A pleasure, Walsh. Allow me to introduce you. This is my woman, Nora."
Walsh looked toward Nora Ainsworth and froze for a moment.
"This young lady... you look so familiar," he said, sizing her up carefully.
Quentin Grant chuckled. "This is Nora's first time in Yarnia. Have you ever been to Fravia, Walsh?"
Walsh shook his head. "No, I haven't. But I feel as if I've seen you somewhere before. It must be fate. Please, come inside."
The group entered together.
The room was simple and elegant.
It was clearly a place for receiving guests.
After tea was served, Quentin Grant spoke up. "I had you look over her medical examination reports. What do you think, Walsh?"
