Stark left Norman Osborn, who was acting a little strange, with a frown. He found Alita watching little Ginny and little Morgan and wanted to know what was going on.
Stark didn't believe Alvin would be troubled over those so-called Night Dragons. As far as he knew, Alvin had never worried about anything that could be solved with a Battle Axe...
Alita was a thoughtful girl. She told Stark what Alfred had said, then picked up little Morgan, who could barely stand, and carried her out of her father's reach...
Stark watched his daughter, tongue hanging out and drooling, as little Ginny led her around in circles with a lollipop. He sighed helplessly, having all but given up hope that Morgan would grow up to be a proper little lady...
He shook his head, inwardly muttering about Morgan's irresponsible mother, then sat down beside Alvin. "What are you doing? Thinking isn't exactly your strong suit!"
As he spoke, Stark glanced at the four Night Dragons crouched on a stone railing in the distance, transformed into gargoyles. He thought for a moment, then said, "Black Witch, plague...
"Do you think these things have anything to do with the strange events at my estate?
"Albus is coming back soon. Do you think these Night Dragons can really deal with that so-called Black Witch?"
Alvin rubbed his temples, looking troubled. Then he looked at Stark and said, "Something just doesn't feel right.
"We might have to leave for Nidavellir at any moment, but problems with witches and the like keep cropping up one after another.
"I have this strange feeling, but I can't put my finger on what it is...
"Whenever an extraterrestrial crisis breaks out, trouble always seems to arise within our own ranks. Is it all just coincidence?"
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