Henceforth, that same day Lord Balrus prepared himself for exit. He gave up his manse, his title as Master of Spies but he kept his rodents, after all they were loyal to him and no one else knew them except him. He packed three bags full of his clothes, all his silks and satins. The forth bag contained his wealth, all that he was worth in one bag, a combination of gold coins and treasures.
He made sure the treasures were enough for him to start up a life somewhere, away from Maldonia and away from everything he ever knew.
Came sundown and Lord Balrus was already on a ship, his first attempt was to travel to Penrith, after all he was from there. His brown – red skin resembled his people in Penrith, his face and ethnicity too. Although Penrith never felt like home to him, he intended on surviving there for a while.
