Martufe's hands which were normally well practiced and steady, twitched over his leather mural. A few disgruntled curses later, the constellation sighed and rose from his chair to pace lightly. Why couldn't he concentrate? Normally work was relaxing and he hadn't made this many mistakes on a single piece in years. There was just something nagging at him. Some odd urge to leave the shop and his work behind to go out.

Go out? Martufe didn't go out. He may go get food, perhaps supplies, but there was always a finely thought-out reason as to why he was abandoning the post his brothers had left entrusted to him. This urge to simply...go for a walk on the edge of town was absurd!

Sighing heavily, Martufe looked back at the mural and winced. it was ruined. he was have to start completely from scratch. Shaking his head, he blew out the candles in the shop and hesitantly walked out the door. Whatever this strange need to walk about was...he needed to quell it before he ruined another piece of his art.

Walking along the wooded path, he looked up at the moon and stars that shone brightly this far from the center of town. He supposed it was relaxing...but there was still something nagging at him. Like a walk wasn't all he had wanted. As town found itself further and further away, he looked back down the path to a see a few lanterns and a rather ornate looking gate that just...well screamed to come in. In fact it opened for him as he stood before it. Swallowing hard, Martufe found himself walking into the courtyard and right up towards a rather dark and large door with a solid iron knocker. Biting his lip, Martufe looked around the courtyard but didn't see anyone. Why on earth was he here?