In the middle of the night, I was up on the roof of my sister's mansion, I was holding a sandwich the size of my body in one hand and a case of blood beer in the other hand.
The last few nights I've been doing this every night, it helps me relax and think better about everything I've done during the day.
When I was in the middle of my sandwich, the Father of Nix descends from the sky with his 4 pairs of black wings.
"Was your conversation with your daughter productive?" (I)
"Good idea to get her to talk to me, if I were you then I would have ripped her head off." (Arash)
"I didn't say anything to her, it was just her will." (I)
"I know there must be a way to communicate with him, let him know I'll be waiting at the castle, I'll listen to him and that's it for now." (Arash)
"The decision is yours, do what you think is right." (I)
"..." (Arash)
