I need to talk to my father about setting up a trust to run our new business. I’ve been shopping all day long, and found something nice to wear finally. It’s not too stuffy or uncomfortable. Now I just need to find Thyll Allyran-al-clan. He’s going to be my escort to a meeting. I figure he’s buff enough to be impressive as a companion, as well as having the capacity to seem intimidating should dear old Dad waffle on my requests.
He wasn’t ever around when I was a kid. This is the least he could do for me. The old bastard owes me something.