Early Morning.
Theo woke up two hours earlier than others and prepared himself in silence.
He quietly left and walked through the early morning streets.
Slowly, he looked around and headed towards the square.
He gazed at the altar, inspecting it to see if there were any deficiencies.
Well-arranged flowers and a stone tablet covered with cloth caught his eye.
Theo lifted the cloth and examined the engraving, nodding in satisfaction.
- What… what is he saying?
- The funeral of Sir Wellington...?
- But he’s a hero of the North, isn’t he?
- Why is he saying such things to us...?
- Isn’t this supposed to be confidential? Is he trying to expose everything and kill us all?
- Shh! I don’t think that’s his intention. Don’t jump to conclusions!
