In a frosty cave on top of a mountain in the middle of a frozen wasteland, Angelica sat in front of a warm fire leaning back against the cave wall, resting her eyes. She did not move when she felt the appearance of an old man as she softly spoke: "You're here..."
"Very perceptive. I should not underestimate her daughters." An old man slowly strode over to the fire and sat down on the other side. "I have come for two things."
"Oh? And what could the god of creation have to tell me?" Angelica still had not opened her eyes as she asked her question. She had no need to.
"To think you know about me." The old man rubbed his nose feeling slightly embarrassed.
