<strong>Forever Young</strong><br/><br/>The woman considered for a moment, at first seeming as though she was about to relent, before a sharp headache brought a hand to her temple.  "No," she replied with a strong amount of finality.  "He's still quite upset with you, and the knowledge is not to be granted until such time as his choosing."<br/><br/>Her eyes glanced around the area, all the destruction to her poor shop, and she sighed.  "You'll want to leave," she said.  "I have to call the police to report this for the insurance, and I want to just blame vandals; you don't want to be here when it happens."