So far, not so good. You have been at the Dagworths' estate for the entire morning, following Ambrose around, waiting for him to give you any type of instruction or require your help. That time has not come.

He seems annoyed at the moment, his jaw clenched and his breath sharp. As he storms through the hall, he almost tramples over a group of servants before you grab his arm to stop him. He turns around to face you, your hand still on his arm.

"I am not a child. I do not need your help."