You don't think I can deal with my own son?" "I really do think you should let me see him. I am good with this sort of thing. Happens with my wife a lot, you see." "I don't… yes, yes I see. Go ahead." As Lonan regained consciousness, the first sensation that came to him was that of being grabbed by the collar and being raised roughly out of bed. His blurry eyes came into focus and he was met with the face of Jarleth Quarry. The blond man's serious face broke into a wicked grin at seeing Lonan awake, and he jerked Lonan roughly to the side so he could not see anyone else in the room. "You see," the blacksmith continued, "I've found that the only way to wake them up once they get like this is a short, sharp slap." The word 'slap' was accompanied by the back of Jarleth's hand making contact with Lonan's face. Lonan leapt up with an angry shout, bellowing incoherently and reaching his hands for his assaulter's throat. He did not make it that far, however, as he found himself being held back by two of the Tumulty boys.
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