"Jeyne! Jeyne! My dearest nephew...."
When Marvin arrived at the villa's entrance, he heard heart-wrenching cries emanating from inside; in the hall, a man in a red coat knelt before two coffins, weeping bitterly, invoking Baron Valas's name with a hoarse cry that surged and ebbed, as though he was about to lose his breath the next second.
"That's Baron Stali," Fat Orange, perched on Marvin's shoulder, said.
The crying was quite loud; it was just unclear how much of it was genuine and how much was fake.
Marvin thought this as he entered the hall and stood aside; a beautiful woman wearing a black veil saw him and immediately said, "Father Marvin, this is my uncle, Baron Stali.... Uncle, this is Father Marvin, whom I'm intending to officiate Jeyne's funeral."
The crying lessened; the grieving Baron Stali seemed to have restrained his collapsing emotions, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes with his sleeve, turned around, and measured up Marvin from top to bottom.
