September 17th, Tuesday:
The investigation of the previous day's fire revealed nothing unusual, except that it originated in a nearby forest and spread aided by the wind.
Lucian awoke around 9:00, changed his clothes, and resolved that today he would acquaint himself with the cane that sat mostly unused in the corner.
He joined Victoria for breakfast, watching as she emptied nearly every dish on the table, nourishing both herself and the child within her.
Afterwards, he returned to his room, donned a suit jacket, and fashioned it into a makeshift bag for his belongings.
"Not the ideal method, but it'll do," he muttered to himself.
He stepped outside, checking his mailbox, where he discovered an invitation to a performance at 19:00 at a tycoon's mansion. He tucked the paper into his overcoat, hoping the day's events wouldn't run too late, allowing him to seize the opportunity.
