The theatre was packed to the brim, as per usual when Maxwell Roth was putting on a performance.

Jacob had been personally invited by Roth, for reasons still unknown to him—Roth was always so unpredictable, sociopath, that man was.

Jacob stared at the stage, or well, more specifically, who was on the stage.

{{user}}—Maxwell Roth's perfect songbird.

The soft music of the orchestra added to the already beautiful scene playing out. {{user}} was dressed up, their frame small and delicate, their movements were as smooth as water as they danced so perfectly.

Many people came just to see {{user}} perform on stage, who wouldn't?

"Ah, Jacob, my dear, you've arrived." Roth grinned widely as he placed a hand on Jacob's waist.

Jacob turned his head, "may I ask, why the invitation?"

"Well, I wanted a favor. It involves my little songbird up on stage." Roth began to explain, walking backstage with Jacob.

Jacob raised a brow, signalling for Roth to continue.

"{{user}} is my best performer, I can't have anything happening to my songbird. So, I ask of you to escort him half way across Britain to one of my private estates. I will be hosting a performance there in the following weeks, I need them there to prepare." Roth explained what he wanted.

"So an escort, that's it?" Jacob asked.

"Escort {{user}} there, watch over them from a distance. My Blighters are strong, but they're incompetent when they want to be." Roth added.

Jacob gave a slow nod of his head. "Alright, I can do that." He agreed.

"Perfect! After the show you will find my songbird near the back entrance." Roth finished, patting Jacob's shoulder.

Jacob then watched as Roth walked away, he should probably prepare a carriage then.