The unveiling of the clocktower was certainly something Kent Mirza made a point to attend, considering his involvement in the early development of the project. While no mechanic or engineer, he had been commissioned to provide a report detailing the exact length of time it would take for a single solar rotation. The purpose of the report was to provide as accurate as possible the length of the modern day. He was even so gracious to provide information on Leap Years and potential changes in the future due to geomagnetic forces. In reality though, Kent's involvement with this project was limited and perhaps even unnecessary; he even doubt that his research was provided to those actually manufacturing the clocktower. Still, it have been another opportunity to network with the Mayor and connect with various Londonary citizenry, and a man in his position would never turn away.
It was supposed to be a grandiose celebration, the clocktower representing the continual growth of the relatively peaceful nation. However, the reveal of Michael Wall's lifeless body changed the celebratory tone to one of anxiety and fear. Even Kent, who was privy to the potential death of an Aristocrat, found himself taken aback by the gory sight. Standing to the side with the other engineers and mechanics who had worked on the project, Kent found himself covering his nose and mouth with a handkerchief, coughing a little as he did. Yet rather than file away, the man took in everything quietly, his fingers pressed on the spot where a tattoo had been inked into his skin. Although having such markings were against his faith, he thought an exception could be made for the better good; it was how he ultimately felt about the death of Michael Wall.
Kent Mirza, or Khorshid Nassir os-Saltaneh, was a man of both great and little prestige. He was a brilliant Astronomer from a royal lineage, however, his Persian identity made him something of a second-class citizen among those who valued blood-lines and ethnicity. Still, his bright personality and gentle demeanor typically won over anyone who had any doubts about the man from out East. It was also this kind disposition, along with his overall health, that made him appear as hardly a threat. He was considered a lamb among men, which he made a point of maintaining this persona for the time being.
After the initial chaos of that morning, the Persian man joined the other engineers in making sure the clocktower continued to run on time. After all, tragedy could not pause progress despite how certain individuals might feel. Kent worked quietly, crunching numbers and acting more as quality control more than anything else. When the scene had been perused by the proper authorities and all had essentially returned to normal, it was then that Kent decided to make his proper rounds to those of elite status to give his condolences. While typically relegated to sub-par treatment due to his heritage, Kent was still of royal blood and always made it a point to reach out in times of tragedy. Besides, he would need to make it a point to keep his enemies close to draw off any suspicion on himself.
When Kent Mirza returned home, he authored letters offering his sincerest condolences to the Aristocratic families. He wrote neatly and carefully on parchment, sealing the letters with red wax. In the letters, he offered not only his warm words but also an ear to those who wish to discuss the matter further. Once his letters were finished, he sent them off by way of a servant, leaving the task to the young man as he decided to return to the University for now.