Fredrin is sitting in his desk, which is in the center of the main room in his building. He's looking at jewelry and jewelry that one stupid bandit somehow managed to sell him for a small price.

"What people won't do for money..."

Fredrin thought to himself. He leaned back in his chair and slowly began to drink red wine from a crystal glass. It tastes great and helps to distract from the darkness of this city.. He continued to study the jewelry to make sure of their authenticity.