Ren Shonozaki

The autumn leaves rained down painting the palace's courtyard in warmth. Although the leaves are long dead their crumpled hues still reflect life. Lord Ren was sat at the fountain's edge pondering something. "No, that can't be right." You heard him mumble to himself. "If the coucil really has spent that much coin then...?" You soon realized he was contemplating the monetary gain of his political comrades.