Chapter 11: Unquenchable Desire

The old man was gone, but Durin hadn't left, holding onto Kelsey while observing the scene—a pitiful sight, with the lord struck by seven bullets, one of which hit his neck, which was why he now cradled his own head, appearing utterly helpless.

As for his wife and children, each had their own anguish. A murderer must have a motive, especially for such a deliberate assassination ... Sir, what exactly had you done to deserve this deadly fate? With this thought, Durin turned his head, sweeping his gaze over the crowd—Lublin was an unfamiliar city, the people unknown lives, yet unlike him, which is why Durin sought to detect any clue from the onlookers' eyes.

Amid the crowd, ladies whispered secretly, gentlemen passed judgments, and a stern-looking young man stood out—he wore patched overalls and a shirt, and in the harsh winter, he only added an overcoat made from a commonly known, durable fabric favored by the working class of the Human World, sturdy, long-lasting, and cheap.