He mirrored her sad smile as she left, allowing them to go before being escorted out of the mansion himself by the Governor's servants. He found himself upon the dirt streets of Port Royale, a place befitting his station as usual. He let out a sigh, and then headed back to his smithy. The streets were riddled with commoners and livestock, while Red Coats marched about with a sense of purpose that Will knew he himself felt smithing or practicing his sword. He was just getting back...