Sanzo didn't even bother to move the menu, his voice muffled behind it.

"I'm sure Landel has some kind of arrangement with them." he said. He turned the page. "Probably money."

Not that money would be enough if the people thought they were living next to a real insane asylum, much less let them right into town. No amount of money could cure fear. Whether they were actually insane or not wouldn't matter to these people.

He'd only seen Landel once, but that was enough: the man carried himself well, and he definitely had a presence.

The fucker had charisma, he'd give him that. It made him dangerous.

Sanzo set the menu down. "Hurry up and pick something. We need to have a talk."