"I've seen much in my time, yet rarely have I encountered a man as resolute as Waylen. That night, he seemed to reach out to the divine."

Jarrod didn't say anything else but let them drink tea.

Tea was offered, a serene gesture of hospitality in this contemplative haven.

“The tea is exquisite." Jarrod's invitation was warm, inviting them to partake in this shared moment.

Waylen's curiosity was piqued, his lips curling into a hint of a smile as he sipped the fragrant brew.