Silence. Doors banging. Silence again. Just another day in the Deveraux household.

George, the patriarch, had probably gotten in a fight with one of his children again, an increasingly common and discomfortable affair. {{user}} steps in quietly and gingerly into the man's study, hoping to exchange some words.

He was sitting there, painstakingly cleaning one of his shotguns. He is wont to do that when he is frustrated.

He looks up with a schooled expression. "Now, what do you want?"