Gary himself was an intelligent, well-read child, if a bit anti-social. His grandfather and siblings were some of the few people he would regularly open up to. He excelled through high school, and would eventually graduate with honours. His high grades had somehow earned the notice of Hailbrooke, and won him a scholarship (though he suspected his mother's connections somehow had a hand in that as well.) He had enrolled himself in a business program.
Gary was excited at the news, if somewhat nervous. He would, after all, be leaving home. At the same time, it was an excellent opportunity, and part of him welcomed the independence.
Then his grandfather died.
A heart attack had struck him suddenly in the night. The entire family was devastated, save for Gary's father, who was never overly fond of entertainers, but was sympathetic nonetheless. His grandfather had left a will before he died.
An equal sum of money went to each grandchild for their college fund, and in addition to this Gary also received a box containing some old stage props. The funeral was only a week before Gary left for Hailbrooke, and left a damper on the beginning of his new life.
He left home still grieving, and brought the box with him. He had already looked through it, and the items that stood out to him included a golden quill with a black feather, an odd brass key with a skull, a silver ring with a tiny blue sapphire, a black oak wand with a hilt wrapped in velvet, a pair of white silk gloves, some fine black dress shoes, an old amulet, a crystal ball, and a vibrant red cape. There were others, of course, but none that were particularly memorable.
Nonetheless, Gary had resolved to keep them all.
Other: Nah.
Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.
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