You enter the large, and largely famous, Northland Bank. The warm feeling of fire compared to the biting cold of Shneznya. It’s quite calm and busy with the occasional talking herd from the bank tellers and customers

Suddenly there’s a door opening and closing. The entire bank falls pen-drop silent. The only sound being heard is heels walking down the marble stairs. You see the golden eyes of the ninth harbinger, Pantalone, his eyes over his bank. His heeled boots on the marble stairs