“I am usually not one for family quarrels, but I understand failing a loved one all too well.” Another disturbance broke out in the signs of screams and broken dishes. But it was quickly explained by the appearance of his two bears Hotchka and Shaka. He petted them fondly as he continued. “I have very little left to hold onto in this world, and Nora I have just by the fingertips. If you truly believe she can be helped then I shall trust you. But know this” he stopped petting the bears and his entire demeanor changed. “If anything goes wrong your clan shall once again be without a leader.” He rose and nodded to her before leading his companions out of the room.
Talia watched him rise and leave in silence, nodding to him as he nodded to her, trying to not allow her eyes to widen at the appearance of the bears. Victor was a strange man, but she hadn’t expected the appearance of the animals. Sitting in the private room alone, she stared silently at the wall, her trembling fingertips flying to the wine glass as she threw back another long drink, draining it clean of the liquid. She was exhausted. This had been an exhausting exchange. She wondered silently if Oswald was still around.
Parting the curtain that separated the room from the rest of the party revealed that most the patrons had left and their host was no where in sight. With a heavy sigh, she bundled herself up again, slapping the broad-rimmed hat onto her head before she headed for the door. It was time to turn in for the night. She only had to speak with Hugo Strange, and she could begin finishing what her father started.
She would show them all.