<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla and her brother glanced at eachother, looking confused once more. Their father’s behavior had been increasingly odd the past few days, and as confusion changed to understanding, a look of concern spread across both their faces as they were ushered into the room with this powerful man and their father, effectively blocked off from their path of escape. </span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi however was the only one to speak, of the two. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“Of course… if you wish…” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">he replied. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“But we have little to do with my father’s business and i’m not sure the two of us would be of much help.”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf">Gadriel attempted to glare his son into silence, before turning back to Lucian.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"> “Surely there’s no need to involve my children in this… business matter.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"> he attempted to plead.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080"> “And I can’t say that i have any idea... “</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bfbfbf"> though the man, obviously afraid because of the nature the conversation had taken, clearly did know, and wanted these two as far away from here as he could get them.</span>