[Valan Quinn]

“Excessive and materialistic? Well, I believe that would a point of view, wouldn’t you? I think a villa in Ieffreon would be just dandy.” he said with a smile.

“Skeletons, hm? I suppose, but I could really care less. I’ve decided that the less I know about our parents, the better.” Valan said coldly, jabbing his fork into his fish to cut off another piece. “Kind, stubborn, rough around the edges? Sounds like someone I know.” He said, lightly kicking Elmaryia under the table. “But she’s here in Archadoon, you say? I do hope to meet her one brightening, although I can't say for sure that it will be soon."

Valan sighed at his sister’s questions. He took a deep breath and reluctantly looked up at her from his plate. “Father? Well, I don’t really know what I could say. Up until a couple cycles ago, he was just a stubborn, snobbish, shrewd merchant in Imperia. Now, we’ll, he’s a little bit more than that…isn’t he?” he said between his teeth. “Uncles?” he laughed. “Yes, yes. We’ve an uncle. Bacchus. Hilarious man, although I’ve only met him a couple times. He’s a drunk, you see.” Valan explained, pointing his fork. “So, father…. Talan didn’t care for him much.”

The young man paused for a moment and sighed again. “Now that you mention it, I have the faintest idea. I wasn’t even sure if I would write to him.” Valan put down his fork and knife. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, speaking to Elmaryia plainly. “I’ll tell you what: I’ll let you decide. Would you have me tell him that you are alive? Or dead? Or that the rumours were false?”