Lord Yuwain arrived along with his guards while smoking a cigarette. Lord Yuwain was a frail, but not a weak man in his mid-40s. He wore a high-quality noble purple coat with striking golden accessories on his hands and neck and a monocle.
He had a short black faux hawk hair with a stubble beard, brown eyes, ivory skin, and a snub nose. He spoke with an unfriendly tone and forced polite manner.
As he saw the miners sitting and chatting instead of working, he became furious as he hurried, confronting them while throwing child-like tantrums.
"Hey! I don't pay you all to sit and chat!" he scolded. "Where are my metals?!"
The miners showed him the metals they had gathered; it didn't amuse him in the slightest.
"Only this much?!" Lord Yuwain shouted, enraged.
"P-Pardon us, milord!" Viktor
