It was late, and she couldn't sleep, so Lydia had thought to pay Hector a visit and discuss a few things with him regarding slaves and the warehouses in which they were tucked away and hidden in. She had plans to dive back into her and Mason's old activities, but much as she suspected, Hector wasn't in his room. It was a rather late hour, so she figured he was out and about handling a few things on his own. Rather than let the trip to WestEnd be wasted however, Lydia decided to drop into Mason's old room. She had the key to it still, and it was where she left all of his possessions, few as they were, after getting them back from Alain.
Everything was just as she had left it, untouched and starting to acquire a thin layer of dust. She never could bring herself to return before, or go through his things in a more thorough fashion. It didn't exactly feel right to her, rifling through Mason's things, even though he was.. gone. With a sigh, Lydia hesitantly took a seat on the edge of the bed in his room, causing it to squeak lightly. Letting her gaze roam momentarily her eyes moistened just a little, as she still couldn't find it within herself to dig and search about. There was nothing she really needed, but if there was information she could use... it wouldn't be found tonight, no. She still couldn't do it. Eventually though, her gaze settled on the old bible on the nightstand, where it lingered a few moments and tears were blinked away.
Reaching over, she carefully picked it up, frowning at the dust that had settled on it. Wiping some of the dust off with the sleeve of her jacket, she then cracked open the book to one of the bookmarked pages. With what sounded like a dull 'crack' the spine broke loose of the bound pages, glue seemingly worn out. Brows furrowed, Lydia murmured a bit under her breath, but wasn't terribly surprised- the book was rather old after all. A small shake was given to it to clear a tiny clump of dust that had gathered on the top, causing an object to fall from the spine into Lydia's lap.
Pale blues shifted from book to lap, brows climbing in curiosity. Bible set back aside, she picked up the object that had fallen into her lap- a key. It was ordinarily sized and crafted of brass with intricate and familiar designs. Etched into one side was a number: 412. Lydia was reminded of the key belonging to the house near the market she was first interested in, but later was acquired by Storm. It had very similar designs to it... perhaps the key she held in her hand went to a house in that area? But it begged a few questions. Just why would Mason have a key to a house? It wouldn't have been that unusual if he had a house of his own, not really the norm for him, but something that could be explained at least. No, the unusual part came at the fact the key was hidden.
Just what was Mason hiding?
Everything was just as she had left it, untouched and starting to acquire a thin layer of dust. She never could bring herself to return before, or go through his things in a more thorough fashion. It didn't exactly feel right to her, rifling through Mason's things, even though he was.. gone. With a sigh, Lydia hesitantly took a seat on the edge of the bed in his room, causing it to squeak lightly. Letting her gaze roam momentarily her eyes moistened just a little, as she still couldn't find it within herself to dig and search about. There was nothing she really needed, but if there was information she could use... it wouldn't be found tonight, no. She still couldn't do it. Eventually though, her gaze settled on the old bible on the nightstand, where it lingered a few moments and tears were blinked away.
Reaching over, she carefully picked it up, frowning at the dust that had settled on it. Wiping some of the dust off with the sleeve of her jacket, she then cracked open the book to one of the bookmarked pages. With what sounded like a dull 'crack' the spine broke loose of the bound pages, glue seemingly worn out. Brows furrowed, Lydia murmured a bit under her breath, but wasn't terribly surprised- the book was rather old after all. A small shake was given to it to clear a tiny clump of dust that had gathered on the top, causing an object to fall from the spine into Lydia's lap.
Pale blues shifted from book to lap, brows climbing in curiosity. Bible set back aside, she picked up the object that had fallen into her lap- a key. It was ordinarily sized and crafted of brass with intricate and familiar designs. Etched into one side was a number: 412. Lydia was reminded of the key belonging to the house near the market she was first interested in, but later was acquired by Storm. It had very similar designs to it... perhaps the key she held in her hand went to a house in that area? But it begged a few questions. Just why would Mason have a key to a house? It wouldn't have been that unusual if he had a house of his own, not really the norm for him, but something that could be explained at least. No, the unusual part came at the fact the key was hidden.
Just what was Mason hiding?