As I drop us into the cell of Igneous’ father I quickly fade into the background. Igneous should already know that I am still here because I want the information too. If his bastard of a father can’t see me then he might say more than he means.

“Well are you going to greet your father or stand there and do nothing like you have always done. Don’t worry son I am used to you disappointing me” he spits. As the old man stares at his son he doesn’t ever throw his wife a glance. Her eyes have started to water, and I am hoping that she is not going...