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Johnathan adjusted his suit and gloves while he pondered the best manner of addressing their questions. Their queries were the sort he expected, but nevertheless he needed a moment before he could answer. Marshall and Jack seemed to have accepted the fact that they no longer had as much free will as earlier, but Claire seemed concerned. Of course, Johnathan understood, at least a little. Freedom was the bread and water of art, something that Johnathan himself had pursued in the form of writing. To be ensnared and forced to do things against your will... Johnathan pitied Claire in a way, but at the same time he envied her.

"In a day's time, we will take a train to Anu and go to the airfield there. As for payment," Johnathan gestured around the mansion, "Well, to put it simply, you'll be capable of having more than you see here, if you spend correctly. It will be as if you were born into a noble family."

He shifted his jacket so that the grip of a revolver was plainly visible, directing his gaze at Jack. Several servants passed through the room once more, carrying even more bundles and boxes to the opposite of the mansion. Johnathan glanced between each party member once more, awaiting any further questions.