Yes, his brother was dead" he was sure of it. Though, the patrons in the inn had denied seeing him, Nate knew that once a week had passed, Raphie would never be seen again. So now he was in charge. He smiled as he packed up his brother's papers. Each stack carefully placed into the filing boxes. Nate would need them later.

Their father was on his deathbed. It was Josie he was worried about. The little spoiled selfish brat that their father had raised to be a perpetual child. Yes, she was going to take this hard. She already was. Both her father and her favorite brother within a few days. And left with Nathanial! Her least favorite person on earth. He had to watch her" teenagers never did well in Rhydin. And if she didn't need watching".

He had been sent here with his older brother to watch the collapsing business. Raphie "took care of business" while Nate took care of the business. Now it was up to Nate to do both. Become the muscle and the finesse in this old town. His lips curled up in a devious smirk. How much better things would be without his brother! Now he just needed a crew. A few well trained arm men, a smart advisor" his father wanted them to increase business and business he would increase.

Nate took a deep breath, pressing his forefingers to his nose. He was a little young to be King. He pushed open the door and stepped out into the streets of the West End. He was headed for the docks" where else does one look for undesirables" Once there he just wandered, shoes clicking on the cobblestones as he went, eyes searching the crowds.

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