"Damn! This thing turned out to be Dead Objects!"
Discontentment was again apparent on Elder Rostellum's sleazy face, showing no regard for his special status as a Politician. Typically, when his emotions ran high, he would bristle and glare; if the situation grew severe, he would also incessantly tug at his beard. Such scenarios mostly occurred when he was alone, but there were rare exceptions.
The factor triggering these exceptions was usually shiny, golden objects that would make Rostellum's eyes narrow to slits. To others, these things appeared vulgar. But to Rostellum, they were incredibly important, as gold coins were, in his mind, omnipotent.
It was an odd phenomenon. As a Politician, controlling his emotions should have been second nature, but Rostellum's composure would unravel at the prospect of losing gold coins. When that happened, he was no longer Politician Rostellum, but red-eyed Rostellum.
