He looking around the camp, his lips folding back in distaste. The sun was beating down, and Antonius couldn't shake the feeling that he was going to be in deep when he got home. He had not informed his mother he was leaving in time for her to organize her party for his going away. He knew she had been planning something and had wanted to avoid it at all costs. Goodbyes were far too tedious, and his mother would have taken the party and planning beyond too far.

Antonius looked back at the servant carrying his things. "Hurry up, would you? The sooner I'm out of this heat the better. Get my belongings put away! And find someone or something that will get me up to date on the situation here! Make yourself useful for once!"

He turned around, fists clenched, and continued stomping towards his new residence.