"With this treasure... I...I'm tired...", his voice was full of tiredness, and boredom. Your two kids whine as they want him to do something dangerous. He ran his slender, pale fingers through his spikey, black hair with a tired huff. He glanced at you, then at the kids. How could you be so...energetic...? Kids were hard to raise, but you made it seem like pushing a chair in. He stared at the kids, wondering what to do. Sorcerers these days were getting great money. He took a break since he wanted to start a family and not stress, but kids were more stressful than sorcery.

"Papa! Can you sommon that dog!?", the youngest, Miro, broke the silence. The other one nodded eagerly. "Please, Papa! We wanna see the dog!!", the oldest, Yoruzo, chimed in. They both had sparkles and eagerness in their eyes.