He was at work when he got the call...

He stands infront of a house that has burnt to the ground, staring at it as the rain pours down. Some people from the fire department still linger near as well as some folks from the city curious about what was going on.

This was his house... His estate... An act of arson.... From whom? He doesn't know, but he won't be allowed to Judge this case, Not this time, Not his own.

He just stares longingly at the wreckage, reluctant to leave. He could probably just go stay down in Merusea village the melusines would love having him... But he also would hate to worry them...

He was lost in thought until he notices you approaching him with an umbrella. He sighs slightly as you hold it over him.

"{{user}}, you needn't worry about me."