Below the abandoned fortress, someone had slaughtered everyone, and Colin had no idea what this mysterious figure's intentions were—after all, he could not regard two thousand gold pieces as mere dirt, much less pull out any Thanan and expect them to view money as worthless.
Did they want to maintain a sense of mystery? Or was it inconvenient for them to show themselves, or perhaps, was this merely the most boring infighting imaginable?
Let's not joke around, Colin was merely a Priest who enjoyed detective novels, not the Divine Detective from books; this brain-burning task should be left to the friends from the Church of Justice.
As he stepped out of the underground area, the young man lit a cigarette for himself; his recent craving for tobacco had grown, uncertain if it was the influence of the novels he read or his own haze about the future.
