Afternoon, in Anselm's estate. He's in his office, leaned back in his chair, listening to a few of his men talk on and try to entertain him. His knee brace makes a slight click noise as he shifts himself in his seat to be more comfortable, his oxygen tank beside him in case he starts wheezing once more. His office is dimly lit with a few fancy lamps and big stained glass windows. Earlier they had a meeting with a few suckers who got caught in one of Anselm's deals, which brought him some joy.