<strong>Grayson Park</strong><br/><br/>Alan stepped between Nadia and the man, his hesitation to speak was enough to let Alan know it was worth the attempt, and he was confident that any physical situation that arose from this should be easily quelled, though it was a confidence based on conjecture. He raised his hands as he turned to speak to her. He tried to make sure the thing heard what he said. "Wait. I think we may be able to let this one go. I mean, after all, he is just trying to be a father to his son." He looked to the ground and paused, taking a moment to take in the scent of the approaching morning, cold damp grass, mixed florals, and more than a hint of decay. He turned to face the opponent.<br/><br/>"Then again, you are right, there's something altogether wrong with this. What kind of man becomes a monster, unless he has no other choice, terrible though it may be? He might able to make up for his poor decision in a different way. He has had first hand experience with this evil that has corrupted him. Maybe he knows something about it. Maybe he knows something about the. . . black fire. . ." What do you say? We don't need to hurt anyone, we just need some information is all. We're not here to judge you, we're only here to help make things right, like you."  He turned again to face Nadia, but his words were directed behind him. He really hoped that this worked.<br/><br/>"I don't know, I'd rather have you live in peace, but my friend here looks kind of angry. I don't really have a right to tell her what not to do, but, a friend of a friend, well then we're all just making small talk about the weather, right?"<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>