"Eventually, I escaped and hid." Krune smiled as he continued, "Your end of the deal would be to get me a legal identity and give me a stay here. Simple, right?"
"A hero…from below…" the old man muttered as he sighed. "I can understand why that might have happened."
He looked at Krune before continuing, "Other than the City Lord, there are very few families that still maintain clear records of what happened during the first generation. My family is one of them. Only we would have been able to understand your situation. As for the rest, anything that arrived from outside is treated as a demon."
"That makes sense now." Krune nodded, looking at the old man, intending for the other party to give his word.
"It'll be done once I get back on my feet." The old man said before introducing himself, "I'm Wrister Ralk, current head of the Ralk family."
He then pointed at his granddaughter, continuing, "This is Flita Ralk, future head of the Ralk family."
See you tomorrow, bois! And as always, any Golden Tickets and Stones are welcome. ;)
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