[h1][center][color=0047ab]Valoran Dryder[/color][/center][/h1]


Valoran's morning started off with a fight with his son Vance... "Dad, I can take care of myself. I've got powers too!" Vance crossed his arms, glaring at his giant of a father.

Valoran shook his head. "No, you will stay home. I have been told by your teachers that your slacking on your grades. I won't accept that." He had high hopes for his child. To one day see a Dryder who actually went to college and finished school. "Now I have to go do some work. I expect to see you here when I get home tonight." He grabs his leather jacket from the rack.

Heading to his bike he turns it on and drives to the meeting. He arrives last, due to his fight with Vance, which is unusual. He takes his spot at the seat to the right of Corvo, where it is blatanly obvious he's the Right Hand Man. He stays silent throught the meeting, only voicing his thoughts when people are given jobs.

"I don't want my son caught up in this." He scowls, crossing his arms and leaning back. "I'll have to send him to his grandparents..." A pained look comes to his eyes. Corvo knows how hard this will be for the man. He practically worships the ground his son walks on. He even gave up looking for any kind of personal company to raise the boy. Vance even thought that Corvo was Valoran's father, and still calls him Gramps.