The white haired noble man face seemed even paler than usual, clutching his scrolls tightly, as he stared in front of him to a thomb. His mind preoccupied, filtering any mourning cries from the nearby town members or the annoying noises of the geese. "How could this be... all false? I staked everything on this tale, poured ink and soul into it! And now-my pen name, Wright N. Vain, feels like a cruel joke... for I've truly been writing in vain!!" He writhed it out through clenched teeth, the usual calmness destroyed into hurtful distorted expression. Then, his gaze met yours.