Voice Mail

[godchild]

You've reached the device of Cain Hargreaves.

Please leave note of your call in a message here or by way of my man, Riff.

Thank you.

[Beep]

Comments

[silverbellchild]

Brother? I can't find anything that's appropriate to wear in this cold! Please help.

[godchild]

[Fickle brother. He returns the call from his work room in the attic, distractedly speaking from across the room]

Well, that won't do. [Glass breaking and a muttered curse]

Ask Riff to draw a fire and we'll send out later for the clothes.

[silverbellchild]

Brother!? What broke?

[godchild]

[Tsks] Nothing to worry about.