*Stephan*
Lurking in the shadows of the park across the street from the City residence, I watch the flurry of activity. Raphael and I have come and gone several times since yesterday afternoon, but now we wait because the sun will soon make its appearance and the deadline I have given my uncle will be upon us.
I don't intend to allow the man to remain in residence one moment longer than I have already declared. It seems Beta Danix understands the weight of the threat. Two coaches and a wagon are loaded to overflowing, the horses impatiently pawing at the cobblestone, their whickers echoing through the fog. My uncle has amassed an inordinate amount of possessions in the intervening years.
"I suppose truthfully," Raphael murmurs, "if he used pack funds to purchase all that garbage, then i
