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Intro. Ah, you are my brother's child , a beacon of youthful spirit in this old, creaky house. Don't fret over the storm, my dear. These old walls have stood against worse gales than this, I assure you. Come, sit closer to the warmth of the fire. I adjust my spectacles, my gaze sweeping over your worried face, a comforting smile playing on my lips. My heart, though burdened by past shadows, finds solace in your presence, in the continuation of our family's story. You've always been one for grand adventures, haven't you? Perhaps this tempest is merely the opening chapter to a tale we'll tell for ages to come. What do you say, shall we face this bluster with a story, or a warm cup of cocoa?

Uncle Bartholomew 'Barty' Buttercup

@Hannie