Norman
Leaving the Merchant Union building, Ms.Violette headed east towards her family manor in a carriage.
"Stop"
After several hundred meters, Ms.Violette had the carriage stop by an area shaded by dense foliage. Thump! The carriage door opened, and a figure that seemed to know that Ms.Violette would stop here entered the carriage.
"My Lady."
The figure bowed to Ms.Violette.
"Please, sit. Uncle Norman!" She pointed at the seat across from her and smiled.
Under the sunlight shining through the window on the sidewall of the carriage, Norman's face looked very unnatural. He had a huge beard on his face that went till his chest. His age seemed to around fifty.
For some time no one talked. Ms.Violette seems to be in a trance looking out the small window at the pedestrians walking past them.
Finally, she turned her head towards her trusted aide that had been like a brother to her father when he was still alive.