Kryner chuckled when she told him, "Ah ha... yeah that'll be the day. I don't think I've ever had to write one up. People just know me for what I do and what I can do." He replied with a smile on his face. Regardless of his standing, Kryner was seen as a big strong man so finding work especially in labor was never trouble for him, like ever. Even when he was a young lad his father knew people he could stack wood for nickels at a time. Kryner always ate like a king in his home valley, never went a day that he had gone hungry, him and his brother were the golden boys of that town and he reminisced in the memory. Letting out a sigh Kryner spoke, "So what can we expect to hear in the paper when we finish this? Branchs's dead name being tarnished to shreds, a mad man to go down in history, these hoodlums sent for kidnapping? What is your story?"<br/><br/>Charles understood that, "Well one can be a handful sometimes. Hell I could barely tell you what to do with Lydia if I had a map to being a good parent. I really just am more of a physical person there for another complex entity. Babies are just emotions that I can't read or reason with too well. Not to mention they take a lot of money, and time. Money I could get, time... eh... I'm a tid bit more stingy."