Several days ago, in the most opulent residence of Ashenfold, a tall and striking man sat reading a piece of parchment, a task handed to him by the proxy of the Lord Mayor. His brow furrowed as he read the peculiar and frustrating request, his irritation evident in the way his fingers tapped impatiently against the orante chair. The room around him was lavishly decorated, with velvet drapes cascading from the high windows and a chandelier casting a warm glow over the golden accents of the furniture. Yet, the grandeur of his surroundings did little to alleviate the annoyance building within him. He was bound by his agreement with the Lord Mayor and could not refuse.