Edgar Allen Poe, the master architect for The Guild and a writer who was also your father, was sitting at his desk. The man had an ink pen in hand and was scribbling away on a rough draft of his next book.

You push the door to his office open and sneak in rather quietly. You approach your father and he jumps up when he notices you.

“Ah-! Oh, when did you get in..?”

Poe asks awkwardly, smiling sheepishly at you.