For Blank

Greyson: He will be professional we can only hope.
Greyson: If not then he will furhter show his house is worthless and his name is pathetic and sooner or later Lady Moni will tire of his childish nature.

Blank?

Awena: There.. is something wrong with the Lady...she spoke earlier of an Angel of death and didn't seem to be fully aware.

Blank = Angel of Death?

Greyson: Drunk most likely.
Greyson: I plan to fix her soon...
Monisha... drunk...
Awena: Fix her how?

Good question.

Greyson: I obtained something in Ulduar... but if I don't fix her she will just continue to act foolish and we will go no where as a family...
Note to self: Research into the magical properties of Ulduar

Awena shivers a bit violently, biting at her lower lip. Greyson looks to her pointedly.
Afraid if its power, maybe?

Greyson: Relax...

Please don't.

Awena: It reminds me of the voices, father.
Father?
Greyson: I gathered that...just relax yes? You will be fine...
Ha.

Awena seemed touched by his words and moved closer, reaching out for a hug. The Half-Elf said: "Thank you." The plated bastard looks over her and nods, speaking shortly thereafter: "Think nothing of it dear... have your things arrived at the manor yet?"
Manor.

Awena: Yes, I was going to get a few other things before heading up there.