
Alexander Michaels |
”Ravengro!” the coachman bellows out, the first words he’s spoken in a while, as the carriage rattles to a stop. As you emerge from the coach you blink your eyes several times as they become accustomed to the late afternoon light although the low grey clouds scudding by portend the threat of rain.
As the driver lowers your belongings to you, you look around the town square. A quaint, simple gazebo with an old hound dog lounging on the steps stands in the center of the square. With a nod of his head the driver climbs back up into his seat and with a flick of the reins the coach continues on its journey leaving you standing there, alone. As your eyes sweep around the square you notice several of the local passersby’s eye you with a mix of curiosity and suspicion before they avert their gaze.
As you pick up your belongings you check your pocket for the letter. Although it only reached you over a week ago its contents still bring a shock to you this day. Written in a feminine hand, by one Kendra Lorrimor, it requests your presence for the funeral and reading of the will of the late Professor Petros Lorrimor. As the initial shock of the Professor’s death sunk in you remembered the profound impact the man made on your life. Dropping everything you hastened to hire a coach and travel to the town of Ravengro.
Due to conditions beyond your control you have arrived in the village with little over an hour to spare before the start of the internment. Now all you need to do is find the Professor’s house and offer your condolences before the start of the funeral procession.