Stark family is wealthy.
This was Fischer's only thought after following the young lad, Tony, into the house.
The grand living room, adorned with opulence, expensive genuine leather sofas imported from the Eastern Elven Territory, a table lamp wrapped in gold foil, the exceptional weapons on the weapon rack, the silent portraits on the wall narrating the family's glory—every Dwarf fortunate enough to be hung on those walls had once been a pillar of their family.
Tony led Fischer to a weapon rack where a shotgun lay.
"My brother's gun is here," Tony said as he took the gun from the rack, pulled the pump-action like he was showing it off, and demonstrated the ejection port to everyone, signaling that it was unloaded.
Fischer accepted the gun, which felt warm, but considering it had been resting above the fireplace, he didn't think much of it, and handed the gun to his subordinates for inspection. Then he proceeded to the studio under Tony's guidance.
