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The Death Guardian felt like this 'loan' business was perhaps a better choice from the rest of the jobs at the bank. He could be imposing, among other things. So when Crane offered to take him along and show him the ropes Cain agreed. Sitting in the fancy office though was just as uncomfortable to him as the water pavilion though. At least it didn't stink of koi and tea though.

When the client was let into the office Cain paused, taking in the elderly human with a soft frown. Was he suppose to intimidate a grandmother? A suspicious look was given to Crane before he cleared his throat, "Good evenin-" Cain was cut off when the woman made a loud pitched noise and held up her hand to ear.

"What was that sonny?" She shrieked in a frail voice and scooted her chair closer to the desk, dragging with her the smell of musk and cat. Cain frowned again and tried once more, "Good evening, we are here to discus your loan with the-" Cain was stopped again by the startling noise of the womans voice breaking into his words. "What? I'm sorry can you speak a little louder?" The woman asked in the same loud tone, though offered a sweet little grandmother smile. Crane seemed tickled as a hand went over his mouth to hide what Cain knew was a smile.

The death guardian grew frustrated and then blinked , "I said," He was speaking louder and turning red as the little old woman seem to shake in her chair from his tone. "I- what I was saying is-" She stopped him again and once more asked, "what was that? Why are you so mad! I can't hear a word you are saying! But you know when you wrinkle your nose like that you remind me of my grandson Farris, he's so angry all the time, here look at this!" She proceeded to pull out a picture of a teenager wearing all black, one that looked nothing like Cain to Cain at least. Then for as long as Crane let it go one Cain was subjected to stories about the grandson, unable to get a word in edge wise until goodbye.