Laust could smell the impure worlds inside Yorkshin City. Many of people set in place as pawns for the big gamers, who value nothing but their money and their selfishness. He could sense the ill-wonders; the fates of many may fall through nights yonder.

This very night, Laust was here on a quest. A quest for knowledge, and nothing more or less. If it may require haggling, there will be haggling. Threats, oh, there will be threats. But no deaths. No one's to die without reason. And in his eyes, there happened to have been not a single one in particular.

yet.