Gareth rose from his chair after he could mentally guarantee that Walden was long out of the corridor. He exited his quarters through the door which he slowly and steadily shut abaft himself with a click of the lock, and the blue-eyed boy ventured elsewhere outside the gates en route to his recently vacated home. Streets were packed at this hour, and on the main road headed east, he barely found the crowd budging. With patience, however, Harker soon found himself back at the property. He had no need for the furniture there anymore—what he really sought were his personal belongings. Busied hands rushed to gather clothes, knick-knacks, heirlooms, and books into two boxes. The first of the two was light, containing only the most portable of items, and the latter was slightly weighted. With a small amount of effort they were stacked and taken into his arms, but he didn't carry them out for long, for he left them just out the door for a moment. In some time, he produced a note indicating his recent move and that the house was open to live in, and he was off on his way to the castle again, him taking longer this time with some weight to maneuver around.