Heron sat back is his chair. "You could na wait till I was don drinkin?" Aria nostrils flared with ever y breathe she took, her eyes wide with angry intent. "Father, I had a deal with that sack of lard, that the mission would go through perfectly and Lord Joda would be dead. That idiot, got one of his assassins hung, and now the whole bureau is paying for it! How the hell does anyone become the head of the most elite assassins in all of Filia, and have a lack of brains? I TOOK MY HANDS OFF THIS MISSION FOR A REASON!"

Heron clear his voice with a long cough. He knew there was no turning back when Aria was mad. "Now look here, yer right, buh hae to kno that he might have don' it for a reason. Don't go killin the head of anything now love, just stay quiet and wait for something to happen to him. Don go lookin for trouble" With that he got a slam on the table. "Do you think I would be an idiot enough to leave trails behind?" Heron shook his head right away , his hands flew up in his defence. "No lov, I hav complete faith in yer killin abilities. Taught ye half it miself.". Aria rolled his eyes, and sat on the food table pushing the dishes aside. "I wont be staying for long. Mind telling me what took you so long to get home? You were supposed to be due 2 days ago"

Heron looked at Joseph, who seemed to be marveling at his daughters scowl. What 'a lad, most men would run with their tails between their legs. "I picked op Joseph here, so blame him, he wos late in the farst place"

Aria's head turned to Joseph, "Apologies, I didn't know you were there" Joseph started to laugh, at which Aria frowned at. It was like he was challenging her in some way. She shook her head, she has better things to worry about. Suddenly the picture of Roberts's direwolf being slain popped in her head. That night never left her mind. Later did she hear that her brother had married, and the woman was with child. She stabbed repeatedly in her womb, and Robert was shot down by arrows. She shook her head, never again would she see her family again. She still had Bran and John, but god knew if they were still alive. Retribution would be held. She looked in Josephs briefly , breaking away from her thoughts. She looked to her father and then back at him again. Both men staring at her intently. She tilted her head slightly thinking the thought of them being related would suddenly disappear if she distorted her vision in a different way. The same hazel eyes, the same jaws, well what Heron used to have when he was younger and thinner.

"May I ask why your looking at me so strangely?" Aria ignored him and turned her attention towards her father. "Papa" she asked. "Yes lov?"… She looked at the both of them again. "Was your wench prettier then you"

Josephs eyes widened, and Heron chocked on his drink. He cleared his throat "which wench are ye takin about lass?" looking at Joseph at the same time…

Aria smiled, bowed and walked out the hall.

"Shes talking about my mother" he said. Heron looked at him. "I did na think she wo notice, but it seems like she looked at yu longer then expected."

With that, Heron got a speacking glance and a saugsage thrown at his face. "Yer puppy would hack me open it seems. Shes a feisty won aint she?"

Heron snorted. "She aint feisty. That wod be an understatement. She has the decency of a lion who aint been feed for a day. But that's only when shes in a good mood"

Kia, Lord Hagsborough's servant suddenly approached the table, and when his master gave him permission to speack he replied with news of a local lords death. Heron nodded and looked towards his son. "I woulda stayed if it wer any other idiot. But this lad was ma friend. He'd roll over in his grave if he found I didn't hall ma ass to his funeral"

Joseph nodded and got up as well. He wondered what it was like staying with this father. Thieves Hall didn't look all that attractive to live in, but there was just something about it. Living here would never get boring.

Heron arrived shortly after day break, drunk and ready to sleep. The funeral had been a feast, with the right wine and the right women.

His men dragged him towards his room and lay him down on his bed before they left for theirs. Every part of his body ached, he was getting to old for this. He turned himself on his back and lay there while looking up at his ceiling. Maria was her name, Joseph's mother. He'd called her wench for short, because that what she was, literally, although witch would have also suited her well.

He'd met her in his prime, while he was still working to become the lord of his holdings. There wasn't much for him to learn because he was smart and he had picked up things from his father and his grandfather during his childhood, but there something he exceptionally thrived at, stealing. It had come from is childhood, where he would get nervous and steal things from houses of places he visited, then it went downhill from there when he ran away, met the wrong people and ended up becoming the lord of Hagsborough House. He'd come back years later to find that everybody was dead, he didn't like the house very much so he tore it down and made it into the palace (as he thought it to be) it was today.

He had taken many voyages when he inherited his lands, and on one of his voyages he'd met his Maria. She wasn't like any woman he'd ever seen. She was beautiful, but the moment she opened her mouth, you didn't know whether or not to kiss her or to strangle her. She swore at him and even tried to kill him once, but that was all an act because he knew she loved him

She lied to him after all these years, saying that her parents were asking to see her and that she would come back in a year's time to the same spot they met, but she didn't come back. Heron thought she has died and searched high and low to find that she has disappeared into thin air and that there was no trace of her at all. After that he had decided that spirits and women of the night suited him the most. Those two aspects of his life gave him instant pleasure, and little to or no regrets.