The conversation between Frejlurd and Baron Estefan was drawing to a close when Frejlurd, burdened with unease, finally spoke the thought that had been gnawing at him.
"My lord… do you truly believe we can save this City?" he asked, his voice lined with hesitation.
The doubt came from deep within, for even after the purge of the corrupt former leadership, the City remained rotten at its core. Crime and decay had sunk their roots so far into its streets that even though Estefan had taken drastic measures, the shadow of corruption still hung heavily over everything.
They were working tirelessly, yes, but Frejlurd could not shake the gnawing suspicion that failure might still be waiting in the dark.
