"Sean Esposito," Durin stroked Kyle, who had jumped onto the armrest of the chair.
"Sir, please save me and my family," the middle-aged man pleaded on his knees, his face earnest as he looked at Durin.
"How am I supposed to save you?" Durin took the intelligence passed to him by Madame Lin, filled with the deeds Mr. Sean had committed in his hometown.
Halfway through, Durin grew bored; sitting on the black leather sofa, he looked over the rim of his glasses across the long table to the man kneeling on the carpet.
"I understand, you made a lot of money in Naples, even before the Northern Doctrine swept through the North, you had expanded your business to all the major cities in Farol. Your life was prosperous, your descendants plentiful, and your daughter married to a high-ranking gentleman. Farol's nobles raised secret police, friends in law and on the streets, and many spoke on your behalf, until Secretary Ace decided to brand you a traitor."