Nessya

Brigwald was on patrol. Alone. An act that was out of the question for some of the lower level Watchers. However, you might say that Brigwald had some confidence in his abilities, he was still alive after everything he had seen after all. Though, this particular day turned into one that he would come to regret. Most of his route went off without a hitch, it was actually a quiet night. Then he entered the Stone Quarter after a lap around Beggar's Alley. 

The elder woman sat rocking in her chair by the hearth, not a single dark hair out of place, not even the few greying ones. Her knitting needles worked rhythmically in time with her rocking. Click, click. Click, click.

"So did you stop by the jail and acquaint yourself with the Watchers as your father bid you before he left? You know that if there's any trouble, you go straight to them." Miss Charlotte raised a thin eyebrow, regarding the younger woman across from her.

By the time Rickstan had reached his brother's home again, all his fears were realized. He had gone to Gythleth's home in the hopes that he still had some kindness within him to leave Rickstan the deeds to his home, so that he could change the ownership to himself.