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''Can I sleep in your room tonight?'' A literal ghost disturbed your anxious rumination and now he's resting under your table? <span class="mu-i">Give me a break.</span>
''Sure.'' Warmth returns to your dad's face as he gently ruffles your hair. ''Don't leave your Focii here.''
One should never forget where his aegis is.
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<span class="mu-r">Day 02</span>
The fourth day of the week and your dreams have finally given you respite but your sleep could have been far better. Stuck in this damnable limbo where your body cannot decide if you have enough rest, you procrastinate on your parent's beds for a dozen more minutes before willing yourself on your feet.
Your mother left a change of clothes on her desk, how nice.
''Hey.''
''Hey.''
''Hey.''
''Our guests aren't awake?'' Is your proper greeting as you step into the living room. There's a strong light outside, perhaps it's late morning?
''I think they'll wake around noon.'' Says your mom who gets up from her seat next to your dad. ''Hungry?''
''A bit.'' You go take care of morning business, and once done a fresh breakfast with your family waits on the table.
''So.'' Your dad was investigating a small map of Eichenwald but now switched to the paper from the ectoplasmic visitor. ''I'm convinced the only real manor here belongs to the baron. That bad seed? No clue.''
''Yesterday, Augustine talked harshly about the guy's son. He's the one who hired the mercs so, maybe that's him?''
''Hm.'' Dad look at you, and then your mother. ''We've been invited by the dwarf residing with our nobleman leader and you guys know how things go with high society.''
''Go in there in the afternoon and they'll insist we leave tomorrow.'' Is your mother gruff answer. She never mixed well with blue blood.
''And, well, given what happened yesterday...'' Rikard massaged the back of his neck, trying not so subtly to lean away from the room occupied by the Mamonos.
''Talking with the baron man face to face is better than a letter, huh?'' You chuckle with your mother. ''<span class="mu-r">We can't leave our guests by themselves, one of us should stay here</span>''
''Alternatively.'' You say, having finished your breakfast. ''That young boy asked us to help his mother, news of someone his age passing away shouldn't be too difficult to find in the city.''
''True, but the Bishop is worrying. If he truly failed in his duty of Last Bell.'' Dad leans forward, moderating his tone. ''Then he risks ex-communication if not outright imprisonment. Until we get a better idea about the guy, it'll be much safer to remain subtle.''
Then comes a comfortable silence. For your second day home things... have already started to get complicated.
