339 Massacre- Part 3

Damien, Penelope, and Jerome Wells made their way to the magistrate's office in the carriage. Stepping down, they walked into the office. Mr. Grinderval was obviously aware of both the men who entered the office. One was a poor man, an architect and on the other hand was a man of wealth, a councilman. 

Mr. Grinderval greeted, "Councilman Damien. What brings you here to my humble office?"

"A mishap which you caused," Damien spoke without beating the bush, "Your inability to look through and confirm things is what brought me and the others here," the magistrates face fell hearing this before he lifted his mood back again. 

"I am sorry?" 

Damien walked towards the desk and unfolded the parchment of the blueprint, running both his hands on either side before placing the rock that had been lying on the table and a quill stand, "Do you remember this one?" he placed a hand that left a bang in the room. The bang jerked the magistrate from his sleepy state.