[Of the many things Elias could have led with, this was not in the top ten of anything remotely like what the Archivist had imagined. Jon's righteous anger is momentarily covered over by confusion. He picks up the paper and there are... certainly numbers. Going to things.]

But... What? I own the building. Outright. That... there are only profits from the tenants. And we can pay the taxes with those. [Right?]