"What the hell is taking them so long?"
Thalken growled. He was restless to say the least. He found himself pacing his room while he twirled one of his throwing knives in his hand. He wasn't so much worried about the safety of his father and sister as much as he was about the kind of deal his father was making. As far as he was concerned, criminal or not, the Lady Crypt was just a girl. Surely, his father would take advantage of that. There was a deep frown and prominent worry lines on his face. It was more emotion than he ever showed in public. It was undeniable proof that deep down this rugged man did care. It was truly a shame that he so often felt the need to hide behind a brooding scowl and gruff exterior.
A rumbling bark suddenly permeated through his thoughts, making him pause mid step. His dark eyed gaze swung to the side to land on his English Mastiff Hades who laid at the foot of his bed. The dog let out another deep bark. Apparently Thalken's agitation was infective and the poor pooch had had enough. "What?!"
Thalken spat. Hades let out a huff and then rested his massive head on his paws. Perhaps even the dog knew it was pointless to try to talk to Thalken when he was in a mood.
Thalken let out an irritable sigh. He couldn't stay up here pacing all night. No, he would take action into his own hands, and by that he meant he would snoop around his father's study for any clues. He sheathed his knife before stalking out of his room and promptly heading downstairs. Hades let out a grumble before slowly getting up and following after his master.
Thalken checked and double checked to make sure the hall was clear of servants before entering his father's study. The last thing he needed was his father finding out about this. Hades slipped into the room before Thalken quietly closed the door behind them. He went straight to the desk, his perceptive gaze taking in all the parchments laid out messily. His father wasn't exactly the most organized person. His gaze landed on a letter. He picked it up and looked it over. It was the letter from the Lady Virginia Crypt. He shook his head and placed the letter back onto the table after reading it.
He started rummaging through the desk drawers next. He wasn't really looking for anything in particular. He looked up from the contents of the drawers, as if to check to see if anyone had entered the room unnoticed to him. After a moment, his gaze went back down to the desk drawers. He moved some stuff to the side and reached for the secret compartment. Yup, that's right. He had snooped around here before and had previously found the secret compartment. He didn't really expect there to be anything new in there, so he was honestly a bit surprised at what he found. His brows furrowed, and he gingerly pulled out a diamond ring. It looked fairly expensive. His father probably took it off one of his unfortunate victims. But what use did the man have for a diamond ring?
Thalken quickly put the ring back and shut the compartment door followed by the desk drawer. He had been in here long enough. He righted everything and then quietly left the study with Hades in tow.
Fyror was slightly reassured to hear that the route to Manchester was the clearest. Though considering the other roads were said to be washed out, he cannot help but wonder exactly how
clear their route would be. He hoped and prayed that they would get through with relative ease and little time wasted. With the pressing need to rescue Millicent from a painful death, time was of the essence more than ever. Three stops to Stafford. Deventry, Rugby, then Tamworth.
he recited in his head what the man had said, committing it to memory. His gaze then followed the man's to a sturdier looking carriage. Fyror glanced between their carriage and this new one, seemingly in comparing the two. After a moment, he nodded his head, apparently liking what he saw. He glanced over at Gerard before answering the man. "The faster we can travel the better. We will take the new carriage,"
Fyror replied. He reached into his coat and pulled out his wallet in order to pay the man.