*Stephan*
Since returning to the city pack house a week ago, I have been busy sorting through the mess of records and documents that my uncle left behind. The man was a slovenly slob when it came to keeping a tight accounting of all five estates under his care. He had managers and solicitors handling various aspects, but little was arranged in any sort of order.
I sit at my desk in the library, glancing over at Raphael, who's casually sprawled on the sofa… obviously life at sea isn't as regimented as the army… leisurely reading an assortment of documents we had discovered in a drawer. They appear to be little more than reports from various overseers, but it's imperative that I learn as much of the important matters in as short a time as possible. If not for my devious uncle, I would've b
