Lynn touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "The Nyscroll doesn't really have a strong appeal to Bards.
But, witnessing this event is indeed important.
Just as I need to communicate with Miss Edna about our future interactions, I'll go take a look later."
Hill gave him a skeptical look: "You're not planning to leave the things related to Mansell for me to deal with, are you?"
"Why do you always think I'm so cunning?" Lynn grumbled, tapping the table.
"So you really are thinking that way." Hill was unfazed by the occasional mischief his friend showed, knowing Lynn's character well: when there are serious matters, Lynn is the best executor, but once things are over, his suppressed whims tend to surface instantly.
Lynn spread his hands: "Alright, I'll have my Gaul cousins stay in the Town Hall to temporarily receive visitors."
"You don't seem to like Mansell, either side." Hill raised an eyebrow curiously.
