"Interesting" A large man spoke at a dinner table, under a vast starry sky.
"What is it father?" A young woman asked.
"A letter from your brother."
"Ah from Kenny, what does it say?"
"It says that the increased trade of late has made Valta the target of prying eyes in the outlands. That it might be in our best interest to defuse the situation before it gets out of hand. But how may we defuse the greed in the hearts of men?"
"Oh… and nothing of the birds?" she said.
"Haha, no, unfortunately not… Hey Reon, what do you think??"
The Kid sitting next to his mother eating his meal, looked up from his plate towards his grandpa.
"About what grandpa?" Reon asked not having been paying much attention.
"Ah, So, if someone wanted something that was yours, what would you do?" Rend asked.
After thinking on it for a little bit the child had his answer, "I would give it to them." he said, then refocusing on his broccoli.
Rend's eyes lost focus for a moment, "Ah, and if you could not? What if you could not just give it to them?"
Reon gazed at his grandpa's eyes whilst chewing his last bit of broccoli, waiting to finish before answering, his gaze not leaving his grandpa's for an awkward amount of time. A drop of sweat now appears on Rend's face in anticipation.
Once done, confidently Reon exclaimed, pointing upward towards the sky, "Then I would let them borrow it, then they would give it back to me."