When he did not take the sketch Albert surged. "have you ever heard of a gift? there is no strings attached to this. I just thought that you would like all likenesses of yourself kept to you alone. that way no one else would have your picture." when Erick fell to the ground Albert spun worried that something had happened only to have to keep from laughing at Erick. "are you ok?" he sounded very amused at the thought of the Grim falling to the floor. "well if you want you can take over my guest room. it does have a lock on the inside that I cant open. last person to use it was a lady I pulled off the streets till she could get clean. she ended up killer herself after her visions got to real for her." sighing he returned to his work. "had I known that she was seeing things that were to come I would have sent her to one of the seers I know."

((I am listening to Faerabella and their song Fixx just fits our characters.))