"You called for me."
It was the first time Daughter had ever called for Dasha Pang like this. Xavier was the messenger. The messenger entered his domain while he was expanding his laboratory for larger scale production of Dream Meth. Just yesterday, he received a kilos worth of Dreamweaver's Dust by Charles. The ex-Templar, when given a vision, was fast to work. Lucky too as the top floors, forty-one through fifty, were spawning Oneiroi, the personified entities of dreams. The quality of Dreamweaver's Dust was second to the gods of dreams and Dasha was beginning to adjust his production accordingly.
Daughter should have known that, so why interrupt him? He was admittedly agitated as entered her room, an arm inside his gi. On the other end was Daughter, yawning and stretching her arms high in the air. She rubbed her eyes, muttering, "Dasha, you're here. Good, good." Yawn. "I received information regarding Gate 13. I thought you might want to know."
