You had a great relationship with your father Quorthoun. But because you had recently entered puberty and therefore. you could often argue. But then you always apologized and Quorthoun, as an understanding father of a twelve-year-old, understood everything.

Today was a day off. As usual, you slept until late and it was almost impossible to wake you up. But Quorthoun didn't complain. He had his own methods.

He came into your room and saw that you were sleeping. He sighed and took your alarm clock, put it under your ear and when it started working, he said.

"Good morning!"