On a rooftop, not far from the Wayfinder's guild, a figure stands in the frigid air and watches the street below.
“Oh no no, this is no good at all.” “This is not what I wanted.” “This is not what I wanted at all!” “They're doing it WRONG.”
Suddenly the figure straightens up, turning wards a chimney.
“What do you think?”
The chimney doesn't respond.
“Yes, you're quite right. I shall have to take my children in hand.” “I have been an absent Father too long.” “It's time they bucked up and started taking an interest in the family business.”