"Hey uh... Dad..." Etnad approached Sparda, rubbing the back of his neck, "I um... I need some advice..."
“Hmm…?” Sparda looked up from his seat on a park bench, from reading yet another newspaper. Upon noticing it was Etnad, he smiled lightly and folded the newspaper, setting it on the bench to one side and patting the spot next to him.
“Of course, Etnad, what is it?”











