Fran gave an uncomfortable gaze towards elderly Marshal sitting next to him, and the Night Elf Rithrynn who was sitting on the opposite seat row. Although it seemed that Liaena had managed to instigate a modicum of order in the carriage, the eye contact between the former two was almost enough to form physical sparks in the air inside the wagon. To the dwarf, it was a feeling reminiscent of being trapped in a moving boxed together with dry gunpowder and an open flame - just waiting to make contact.

But the dwarf's concerns about his fellow passengers were pushed aside when Liaena suddenly passed him Aflidious's diary. 

"I'm not much of a ... " Fran mumbled as he shuffled through the pages of the diary.
"This looks more like a bean counter's diary."

The dwarf seemed more confused by the maze of numbers and charts depicted in the Royal Treasury Advisor's journal,though his point of intrigue managed to rise a little bit as Liaena pointed him to the most relevant sections. Which were, in the least; slightly more intelligible to the dwarf.

"So, tha White Hand is running some shady guild economics? That could explain their quick expansion." The Dwarf reasoned, knowing the rapid expansion that marked the White Hand's success in both the kingdom of Stormwind and abroad. 
"I knew there was no way those bastards could afford all their new stuff without making a huge deficit. 

Taking a look at the urgent message written by Kathlin, Fran moved to look back at Liaena.

" ... I was wonderin' why there weren't anyone looking into it, but I guess it is difficult when you are dead. It seems your friend just walked into a game far beyond her own level without knowing."