"This is truly unfortunate news... So, could you assist by delivering this money to Mr. Lemer's family? I believe they must be in need of it."
Though Shard was aware Mrs. Lemer's commission raised no issues, he didn't forget to keep up his act. As he anticipated, Mr. Drell waved him off:
"I know there is a distant relative of Lemer's in Tobesk who can inherit the estate, but only the lawyer knows the exact address. Since he has sadly passed away, I think there's no need to return this money."
Mr. Drell, who had been old friends with Mr. Lemer for many years, sounded somewhat sentimental as he spoke.
After offering a few comforting words with feigned enthusiasm, Mr. Drell fetched some wine glasses and a bottle of red wine, and shared a drink with Shard. As they clinked glasses, they jointly wished that the soul of Mr. Lemer, buried at sea, may rest in peace.
