Gregory Noran was a thin man with a large forehead, bushy eyebrows, and a scar across his left cheek that hadn't fully healed. He was a distant cousin of Brassel Noran, the head of the Noran household, the Mayor of Ulharis city.
Yesterday evening, he was made aware of news during a gambling session in one of the taverns about a particular display that had been put on in the Arena. He had relayed it to the Mayor, but it seemed his cousin had already heard of it.
He had then been ordered to confirm the validity of the statement, and if possible buy the weapon.
Gregory trusted the news as much as any sane person would, but the amount of sources he had heard the news from had forced him to reconsider. With the Mayor's command on top of it, he had to make sure if it was true or false.
After searching for nearly 2 hours, he arrived in front of the shop that everyone and their mother were talking about in the city right now.
Heeran's love.
