He chuckled at her dead-set determination, seeing himself a few decades ago in her. “Oh don’t glare at me like I will try to stop you or something,” he says, idly waving a hand in front of his face to ward of her stares. “I’ve known about you this long but have yet to stop you, why would this be any different?” he said. He became quiet when Susan walked in with a tray with two plates of steaks and two frothy mugs of beer.<br/><br/>“Ahh Susan my dear! What a blessing to see you!” he says, his kindly manner returning instantly at the sight of her.<br/><br/>“You are just saying that because I have your food,” she said with a mirthful tease, setting down the food and drinks for the two of them. Fredric made a motion as if he was stabbed in the heart very dramatically. “You wound me my great-grand daughter,” he says. She giggled and left them to their meals. He dug in with gusto, the years not diminishing his appetite in the least.<br/><br/>“I think I know what pin you must pull,” he says in between bites and drinks. “Every House is lead by a Matron who rules with an iron fist. She will be beset on all sides with people looking to rise to power. If you can pluck her from her throne, the other houses will jump on the remains like ravenous dogs. This won’t prevent the war; just end it without anymore build up. And will result in many, many deaths,” he says with a small grin to her.<br/>