"The full name of the painter Amos is Amos Morrison. He worshiped a False God whose name cannot be mentioned here... As long as you have an idea, I won't specifically mention it."
Annan's expression grew slightly serious as he spoke softly, "His daughter, Elle Morrison, was sacrificed to that False God by him."
Upon hearing Annan's words, the players' focus somehow drifted to very strange places:
"— Skeleton Duke? Sounds like some sort of subspecies of the Lich King..."
"— Lich King (in the style of the Mist Continent)."
"— That's not Amos, though; that's Almos."
"— But Mr. Almos didn't screw people over... instead, he just forgot his kid, right?"
"— Elle: My dear old dad, from the day I was born, the fish in Frostwater Harbor were murmuring your name, Almos..."
...These players really knew how to create a buzz.
Annan glanced at the barrage of comments without leaving a trace, almost unable to keep from laughing out loud.
