Charles experienced a moment of confusion, not understanding what Angus had meant by seeing him again. Had he planned a meeting with him? He didn't think so, dear Walter handled most of that stuff. Then it dawned on him.<br/><br/>"Ah, yes. The masquerade. Just sent the reply not too long ago." The old man listened to what Angus' mission was before being asked the same question.<br/><br/>"Would you believe my own wait staff doesn't think I can handle myself out here! Ha!" To emphasize his point, Charles tapped his leg with his cane. "I'm not a spring chicken no more, but I can still...where was I going with this?" He asked, losing his train of thought.<br/><br/>----------x----------<br/><br/>Walter had scoured the streets around the Forge estate, not thinking Charles could have gotten that far.<br/><br/>"Where is that old man?" He muttered under his breath. He swore, his grandfather was going to be the death of him, forget old age, Charles Forge was stubborn as a mule at the best of times and rarely took no for an answer.<br/><br/>Rounding the corner, he spotted the old man with Angus Allerton. Approaching the two men, Walter placed a hand on Charles shoulder.<br/><br/>"Grandfather you really shouldn't be out here unaccompanied." He spoke. "Mr. Allerton, thank you for not letting him wander any further but I'm afraid we must be going." With a swift nod to Angus, Walter turned his grandfather around and began leading him back home.<br/><br/>"Do you have any idea how much I worry about you? I can't even leave you alone anymore without you rebelling like a schoolboy!" Walter scolded the man.<br/><br/>"You know, you sound just like your grandmother." Charles chuckled, drawing a scowl from the younger. "Bless her heart, she chided me to no end as well."