Walter had left not long after the butler had left with their invitations to return.<br/><br/>"I will be out for some time, is there anything you need?" He called to his grandfather as a servant handed him his coat.<br/><br/>"I'll be fine." Came the reply. "I don't need you worrying over me like some mother hen." A small smile appeared on the younger's face as he stepped out the door.<br/><br/>Burying his hands deep in his pockets, Walter Forge began to head in the direction of the poorer end of town. It wasn't something he enjoyed doing, in fact, he hated it! But it was part of running the business, especially as it was becoming harder and harder to find people trustworthy enough to partner with. It was a routine inspection simply to ensure that things were still getting done, and business was still running smoothly. He would need to check in with the individuals put in charge of running the shops, and had scheduled a meeting later that day for those who worked the mines. He would never bring himself to actually visit those areas. It was bad enough he had to be here, among the poorer households, and the shops.<br/><br/><br/>Charles was restless, as was normal these days as more and more was taken away from him for fear he would hurt himself. He spent more time these days fretting and grumbling along than anything, and the wait staff knew better than to provoke him when in one of his moods. Trudging along he was making his way for the door when the young servant there stopped him.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry sir, but where are you going?" He asked as Charles began pulling his coat on.<br/><br/>"Out! I'm getting out of this place for a while before it becomes my grave!" The old man shouted. The man looked to one of the older butlers for help.<br/><br/>"Mr. Forge I'm afraid you can't do that." The butler stepped in.<br/><br/>"And why the bloody hell not?" Charles said, stopping what he was doing to glare at the man.<br/><br/>"Well, you might get hurt. Fall and break a hip." The younger servant stammered.<br/><br/>"Than so be. Maybe while I'm at it I'll get mugged and have my throat slit!" With that, Charles opened the door, stepping out and slammed it with some force.<br/><br/>"Telling me what I can and can't do like I'm some old beggar! Ha!" Charles said to himself before beginning his trek. Where? He didn't have a destination in mind, just that he wanted out of the house. He'd show them what he was made of if it killed him.