Everything had appeared to be running just fine, with one forge having doubled their production in the past four months. Scratching the numbers into a small notepad, Walter thanked the men and dismissed them back to which ever forge, or mine they had dragged themselves from. He would never be caught in those places, and found it distasteful having to associate himself with these people.<br/><br/>The young man wiped a black smudge from his hand with a handkerchief, likely from shaking hands with these men.<br/>"Disgusting." He said under his breath, moving quickly away from the area and back to what he considered 'proper' society. His next order of business was to ensure both he and his grandfather had proper attire for the masquerade. It just wouldn't be acceptable if they showed up without the very best. He would be sure to have one of the waitstaff place an order for two new suits.<br/><br/>Returning to their estate, Walter was greeted by the doorman.<br/><br/>"Sir, I don't suppose you saw Mr. Charles on your return?" The man asked, taking Walter's coat.<br/><br/>"No, why? Has he gone out?"<br/><br/>"Yes, sir." With a sigh, Walter took his coat back. Without another word, the young Forge was back on the streets looking for his grandfather.<br/><br/><br/>Charles' mood had diminished as his distance from the house had increased. It had seemed like a great idea at the time, but now that he was out...<br/><br/>His attention was caught by the approaching figure of another. Peering through his spectacles, Charles grinned.<br/><br/>"Angus!" Charles laughed, greeting the man. "It's been ages since I last saw you. I remember when you were still a wee one. How time flies." The man said before a thought came to him. "What brings you down here Allerton?"