The group advanced menacingly, their faces wearing a cold, threatening tilt.
Elmer Weaver was also mixed in the crowd, in front of him was an old man who probably seemed to be in his seventies or eighties, sporting a face full of white beard and a ruddy complexion.
He strongly resembled the Deity of Longevity often depicted in traditional paintings.
"Who is William Cole?" the Deity of Longevity addressed the crowd curtly.
William stepped forward, "It's me!"
"I'm Edmund Weaver, from the distinguished pharmaceutical family of the Northwest. Did you seize my Weaver family's estate?
And then changed its name to what, Thirteen Hall?
Young man, what's your intent in wrecking my Weaver family's hall? Are you trying to drive my Weaver family's medical arts out of Capital City?" Edmund Weaver's tone was sharp, oozing an obvious fury.
Before William could speak, Joshua Hayes retorted, "It's your esteemed pharmaceutical family who lost fairly in the medicla bet to my brother!