[Garen LiLorian]

Corrin paused with his hand on the door as the high, clear sound of children's voices rung out into the night. His face fell into a smile, an expression that fitted the little man. He waited for the song to come to an end before opening the door, then, most uncharacteristally, slid quietly to the nearest available chair, applauding the youngsters, all of whom seemed pleased and flustered at so much attention. As the applause died down, two of the little ones stood forward again, faces in the too-serious expression of the very young. Corrin leaned back. It was good to be back. He could tell he was going to enjoy this.