"Rejoice, Gramps," Ryan said. "Your daughter is stronger than you now. At this very moment, she is probably capable of killing Sahuagins without breaking a sweat."
"Don't call me Gramps… My name is Miles, and I'm just fifty years old," Miles said while he was clearing the tears off his face. "What do you mean by my daughter can kill monsters? Did you force her to fight those grotesque creatures?"
"No… I just gave her a weapon," Ryan avoided Miles' annoyed eyes.
"Why did you do that?" Miles raised his voice. "She can't even walk!"
