"I need names..."
Gilead frowned.
Abigail raised a brow,
"Names? For what?"
'With Wulf, Kaelin and Duke Blackwater dead, the council had been weakened. Even worse, Balangol has abandoned them. In that case...'
Cain shrugged and sat straighter,
"I would like to believe that these people, whoever they are, will see your terrible situation and would like to profit out of it."
Gilead nodded, "They are already afforded the best housing in Valestorm for their families and a lot of resources. But they are getting greedy. Unreasonably so..."
Cain smiled, "Anyone with half a brain would recognize what's going on."
Gilead nodded, "But what's that got to do with you?"
Cain summoned a handgun from his inventory and placed it on the table.
Gilead frowned, leaned over and picked it up to inspect it.
"This... doesn't seem like something from the system."
He paused then asked, "This is your work?"