Questing Is A Way Of Life

The door opened slowly, and Deek poked her head out.

"The heck are you doing here?" she asked, sticking her tongue out. "Aren't you super-cool now, hanging out with Mr. Rav and Mr. Nephilim all day?"

"I came to see you and Cliff," he smiled. "I don't know many people in this world, and I had an idea that might help out everyone. May I come in?"

"I guess," she said, swinging the door open and wandering outside, brushing past Ezra. "But the old man is in a mood today - when isn't he? Once you're done yappin', come help me with my chores."

Ezra agreed, politely stepping into the house and closing the door behind him.

"Deek!? Where the hell you go?" Cliff shouted from the kitchen.

Ezra took a deep breath.

'You can do this,' he said to himself. 'Cliff is just a misunderstood old man. You've dealt with a hundred grumps just like him.'

Ezra waltzed into the kitchen, his chest puffed out and his head held high.