Luan was back at the inn. The opening day of the Silver Coin wasn't a massive success, but he had made ample preparations and wasn't too worried about it.
Right now, he was in a meeting with Thomas and the other helpers his mother had sent, discussing a very important topic.
Luan sat confidently at the head of the table, looking over everyone.
"So, how's that thing coming along?" he inquired.
A gentleman with short black hair and black eyes stood up while clearing his throat.
"It's going well, young master," he said, glancing around nervously.
They had had multiple meetings like these over the last couple of months, but they still had no clue why Luan was building something like that.
"But young master, why are you building that? And under the Silver Coin, nonetheless?"
Luan stared at the older man for a while. Then, with a sigh, he signaled for the older man to sit down.
