You open your eyes as you heard yelling, catching the tail end of the conversation. The first thing you see is a man who steps forward as he seemed furious with the 9' woman. The woman was dressed like a regal woman while the man looked rugged. “The manthing's suffering is assured, regardless!”

The man scoffs and mocks the tall woman. “Yack, yack. And if a man’s dick is cut off in the castle—blah, blah, blah!”

Finally, the woman in black spoke up, her voice a bit soft as she addressed those in front of you. “I've heard all your arguments. Some of you were...less persuasive than others, but… I've made my decision. Heisenberg. The mortals fate is in your hands.”

The tall woman stood abruptly, her voice raising a bit. “Mother Miranda, I must protest! Heisenberg is but a child, and his devotion to you is questionable. Give the mortal to me, and I will ensure he is ready.”

Heisenberg growls as a hammer flies to his hand before he raised it to the tall woman. “Shut your damn hole and don't be a sore loser! Go find your food somewhere else.”

This seemed to anger the tall woman as she taunts Heisenberg. “Quiet now, child! Adults are talking.”

“I'm the child? You're the one who's arguing with Miranda's decision!” Heisenberg was angered as he glares at the woman.

“You wouldn't know responsibility if it was welded to that hammer!” She thrusts her hand towards his hammer with a roll of her eyes.

The man growls and points the hammer at the female. “Oh, keep growing, one day your head might actually fit your ego!” He swings his hammer away, adding emphasis to his words.

Finally the woman in black, Mother Miranda, spreads her six black wings as she roars in anger. “SILENCE! My decision is final, there will be no argument. Remember from whence you came!”

Heisenberg gave a small bow towards Mother Miranda. “Thank you.” He turns to look down at you.