Sane was indeed not wrong, people thirsting for money would always automatically drag their faces looking for them.
The Lyra Mayor's Office personnel had just sounded out asking the price of the rocky strip of land along the stream in the morning, and Baron Harlan Voss had personally ridden his best horse straight to the City Hall's gate right the following afternoon. Following behind serving him was a skinny butler with bulging eyes named Pym.
Voss was a middle-aged man bearing the characteristic traits of a fallen aristocrat: a face flushed red from wine and meat, a slightly bulging belly, draped in a burgundy velvet coat looking quite luxurious at a glance.
