Where Will I Go?

"I'll be heading out, then."

"Already?" I asked as Reynard dusted the shoulder he had been leaning against the wall on.

He looked at me, a puzzled expression upon his face. "Do you not want me to?"

I shrugged. "Erm, I'd have loved to invite you inside, but-"

"I know." He smiled. "But I'd rather not disrupt. Anyways, I'll come back in a day or two when I get some things settled."

I frowned. "What things?"

Vaguely, he stared off into the distance. It seemed as if he did not want to reply, but after the atmosphere had gone silent for much longer than necessary, he sighed and spoke up.

"You remember Uncle Franke?"

I nodded.