Gallerian reached his house, it was set apart from other buildings due to his wealth. He slipped past the iron-wrought gate and entered the house. The oaken tiles reminded him of the forest, which calmed him at times of great distress. The oak was from Marlon of course, he would never settle for other kinds from Leviantha or Belzenia.<span style="font-style: italic">It had to be imported from Marlon, no exceptions.</span><br/><br/>He shrugged off his coat and hung it on a peg by the door. He could not spend that much with his daughter Miku after that lady came by, offering to help heal her for a price. It was no scam, he could tell, but there was some ugly thing that that lady could use. She called it "magic",<span style="font-style: italic">as if. She was probably some practitioner of Levianthan medicine, which seemed to be more effective in certain ways...</span>Shaking his head, he climbed the ramp to his daughter's room. He knocked the door softly, unsure if she was sleeping or or awake. After all, there was only so much one could do when one's mobility was handicapped.