A week before Raven's arrival in Nakhal:
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Horace walked up the stairs of a high-class restaurant. It practically glowed from the amount of jewels that were spread everywhere. He couldn't help but find it slightly distasteful, feeling it tacky. But he kept those thoughts to himself as he saw his target.
Marquees Piast sat alone, reading a paper and drinking water. No one dared to approach him despite being alone. Horace saw his back and smiled in satisfaction. He had been less busy as of late. Oskar had slowly kept a distance away from him, whilst he also suffered a few more visits from unwelcomed guests in the night, forcing him to move to multiple different safe houses. He could feel his time in the Commonwealth was coming to an end, but he knew that he had succeded in what he needed to do.
