Meanwhile, at City Hall.
The compiled data was handed to Gelan. That evening, during a meeting, Gelan brought the organized charts to Lacy Sith.
Lacy glanced at the report and said, "I've heard his name. A cursed dwarf."
A man who inspired both admiration and disgust—admiration for his wisdom, and disgust for his dwarfish stature.
For a noble bloodline to produce a dwarf would lead people to believe the family was cursed by demons.
Lair's moniker, 'the Dwarf,' was far more famous than his brilliant mind.
"He gave our people two Silver Moons and asked a lot of questions. It doesn't look like he's here for business," Gelan said, handing a report to Lacy Sith.
Guiding foreign visitors was the job of these youths, and it was also part of their assessment.
During their duties, they had to demonstrate perfect professionalism. Any tips they received could be kept for themselves, but no one ever chose to do so. A recorded merit was far more valuable than a few Silver Moons.
