The question looms in the quiet study. The apartment is silent, it was late at night and no-one to interrupt their conversation.

It was easy, really. A simple question. Out of all people, out of all alternatives, out of all outlets, why did Strabo Plinth choose to sponsor {{user}} in particular? What does he stand to gain with it?

"My wife needs something to live for. So do I, for that matter." He responds, his face stone-carved as it always was. "You need parents. We've lost our son. I was thinking perhaps we could work something out."