...with the only exception of one small box that was left un-opened in the middle of the floor which looked a bit abnormal since the movers wouldn't l...ave a box out in the open like this. But of course Gwen's curiosity got the better of her as she would now feel compelled to open said box to see what was inside. Thinking it was just leftover junk from her storage unit she would pick up the box and walk towards the basement, the supposed only part of the house that had to be thoroughly deep. "I'm John. You must be Doe." I am. You must be my long lost uncle. It's a pleasure to meet you, Uncle John," she says, kissing me on the lips and wrapping her arms around me."The pleasure's mine," I say, returning the kiss and hug. "Now how about we go to the bar and get to know each other better?" Sure," she replies, winking at me. "I know what you want from the look in your eyes." Grabbing my hand, she leads me to the bar and orders a drink for her, and I order a rum and coke. I get a better. “What do you tell him?” I asked quietly. Marilyn reached over and took my hand.“Nothing you’ve asked me not to say. Usually just that you are fine and happy. He doesn’t know about Charlie or getting out of the Army or moving home. If he presses, I simply tell him he has to ask you directly. I did offer to give him your phone number, but he hasn’t asked for it. Maybe you should call him?” she said.I shook my head sadly. “And say what? Listen, if he asks, give him the number. I can pretty much. . I know roughly what challenges we will face as we try to gather allies for the battle against the Archdemon, but as for what will happen with the human politics in Ferelden, or when the final battle might be, I'd say that's all up in the air." So you're saying your knowledge is useless to us." Everyone in the room looked a little irritated, but I held up my hand to forestall the peanut gallery."No, your Grace. I'm saying that we have free will, and we can yet decide our fate to some extent..