So it is done

Idyllic picture?

Bor Martin, no more than a humble official in a not-so-powerful department of Mount Glenn, looked down at the small sheet of paper in front of him.

The entire sheet in front of him was covered in small, neat handwriting and peppered with numbers, words, columns, even a small diagram, also with clear explanations and notes. Most likely, another person in Bor's place would be hard-pressed to understand what exactly was written on this sheet. However, it was Bor himself who sat in Bor's place, and in the written numbers that might as well be eldritch spells to a layman he understood something.

Bor was far from the most influential official, even within the small community of Mount Glenn, even within his own ministry at that. For example, Weimar was also involved in migration policy, a person whom Bor always had quite different opinions with, and perhaps his reach did not stretch as far as those of some of his more entrenched colleagues. He might not be the most powerful, but Bor had many friends.

So many in fact that some of his friends didn't even know about some of Bor's other friends. So much so that, even when he's far from being the most influential official of Mount Glenn, he was still very, very aware of what happens within Mount Glenn.

Few managed to evade Bor's tenacious gaze, Jonathan also failed.

Or rather, almost failed.

Jonathan's... circumstance was quite interesting for Bor. In terms of money and benefits, of course. That, and having a handle on the young man's personality and... vices would be very important in their future relations.

So for that endeavor, Bor squinted harder at the paper full of texts.

Of Bor's many friends, not all of them were, hm... 'officially' influential people of Mount Glenn, but pretty much all of them were influential in one way or another. And they were very close associates of his.

As anyone knows, the best way to determine where an unknown person with large sums of money has come from is to ask other 'unknown' people with undeclared large sums of money for any interesting 'news'. And Bor has many friends indeed.

Bor's initial assumption that Jonathan was a bandit who decided to profit from someone else's property during a Grimm outbreak was very logical. But, alas, as it turned out a little later, was dead wrong. It was quite the likely story too, few families kept millions of liens in cash in their own homes, banks being a luxury in the frontiers. But even, so nobody actually keeps mountains of liens beneath their bed, opting instead to keep their wealth in more 'compact' forms.

So, thinking that Jonathan had found a cache of such precious materials, Bor first checked his contacts for expensive goods being sold with... suspicious backgrounds. Not that his friends care for such things, but bookkeeping is pervasive in all walks of life after all.

Still even after asking almost all his contacts in that business, Bor did not receive any information regarding Jonathan. None knew, none saw anything, and there was no inflow of goods, except for the usual ones. And even more so, nothing of value had passed the usual places that was worth hundreds of thousands or even millions of liens.

So, not a lucky bandit... Then, perhaps, his stupid idea of ​​an escapee from a criminal family was not groundless?

After another round of meeting with his friends... no, nothing. There were no significant criminal associates in Rosegarden, and no mafia clan recently lost significant amounts of lien for reasons.

Which is good for him actually. Sheltering somebody that was about to have the concrete shoes underwater tour would be bad for his health. Sheltering somebody that actually stole that much money from the mafia would be very bad for his health.