Kain peered at the door. He wondered who it was that had thought it best to intrude into his private time. Whoever it was, the being had to be lucky he had received good news and not otherwise.

"Come in!" He called out while turning his back towards the door, to examine the weather outside more closely.

The door flung open, and a familiar scent greeted his nostrils immediately.

Lilies.

Erika.

"Father!" Her frantic cry echoed in the six walls of his hexagonal shaped study. Kain turned sharply to glare at her.

His tall and gallant daughter did not look very tall. She stood with her shoulder slouched, face buried...