“Does everyone think so poorly of me?” Dale blatantly questioned him. Hans eyed him, finally deciding not to lie. “Only those who don’t know the facts or you,” he admitted reluctantly. Dale looked at the ceiling and exhaled noisily. “So… everyone.” “Lad, most people don’t know you are the landowner but are still jealous that you make it into the dungeon every day when they get in maybe once a week. Others see your fine armor, not the man inside it, and covet that. People are always unhappy with those that have better fortune than them.
