Conan's Bungalow.
Critic Arley, Critic-ishire.
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Helena Stood Up Abruptly, Her Smile Firm.
"What Do You Mean What Is Your Father Doing Here? Conan" She Sat Back Down, Chiding Herself For Standing Up At All.
The Father Sipped His Wine, His Eyes Calculative.
Quickly, She Continued To Say "He Came To See Us… I Mean You" She Shifted Uncomfortably, She Had Thought His Father Would Leave Before Conan Would Arrive. Who Would've Thought The Obnoxious Knight Would Come Back From Work This Early, Putting Her In A Tight Spot?
"How Are You In Critic Arley? What About Duties" Conan Asked His Father, He's Shoulders Tight.
His Father Shrugged Elegantly His Eye Warm "Well The Emperor Is Here Too So It Is Only Natural" He Retorted.
Conan Did A Double Back "The Emperor Is In Critic Arley?!" He Wailed.
"Conan, Why Are You Screaming?" Helena Asked, Massaging Her Head Gently.