When the family sat down for a meal, Lyman unfolded his napkin, cleared his throat, and asked, "That Hens..."
"Hans, Geoffrey Hans." Roy sat with poise, her freshly dyed platinum blond hair still damp, loosely cascading to her waist. She corrected her father's name with a smile and explained calmly, "He used to attend our family banquets, accompanying Earl Hans. You've met him before."
Lyman had no recollection.
He only remembered that the Hans family had been involved in a major murder case, and there was some connection to the Devil.
"People like that are dangerous." He frowned, "Dear, he can't possibly love you; he'll just keep taking what he wants. Maybe he's made some deal with the Devil? Too dangerous; we must have this family move out of the Capital today..."
Encountering bandits or beasts on the road after leaving the Capital would be quite reasonable.
Duke Lyman skillfully devised a plan for silencing them.
