Eight: A New Face
Cedric is furious that you left. Where did you expect to live? We were on the verge of death when he found us, you sucked a pick-pocketing back then, and you just take off and leave? Way to show your thanks, Barnaby. But that isn't why I'm writing, although we need to discus it some time soon. Just please come back, we need your help. Well I need your help. Cedric has assigned me to do something important, but I'm unsure if I can do it alone. Not even Cedric has full faith in me. He's already gone to see that man, the Immortal. Anyway, I'm in Virginia now. Please come and help me, I want to make Cedric proud.
P.S. The picture is of me house, just incase you decide to come.
Barnaby Bryant crushes the letter in his hands and throws it in the trashcan across the room.
"Sorry little sister," Barnaby said to himself, "I can't help you, at least not with that douche around. I could pay you a visit, maybe. But definit