Rolls
Wheeling down the winding pathways of the forest was a carriage from the Orenia mansion. A well-seasoned raider mounted the front, a sword strapped at his waist in case something went wrong.
Inside the ornately carved carriage sat a young man with gray hair and purple eyes, a calculated glint in his gaze as he stared out the window at the passing trees and bushes.
[You sure are a weird one,]
'Hmm,'
[Robbing your father blind without an ounce of guilt. Well, this doesn't hold a candle to what you did to those poor souls.]
"Ahh... How did you know about that?"
[YOU SCAMMED SO MANY, ADEN, SO MANY THAT THEY ARE NOW WARY OF YOU,]
"But that doesn't explain how you know; after all, you were trapped under there for as long as Weinstein itself existed, so there's no way you should know about it."
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