Jason woke up to the sound of hurried footsteps, and what sounded like whispering just outside his room. He sat up in bed, and wondered what could possibly be going on at this ungodly hour. One quick glance at the window told him that the sun hadn't even come near the horizon yet. So who could be making such a raucous?
He stepped out to find three servants nearly sprinting away, carrying what looked like a large piece of wood between them. It was when he blinked properly that he saw what they were carrying.
It was the portrait of Lord Jonathan Brighton, the third Earl of Brighton and his great great grandfather.
Jason was seized immediately by alarm, and he rushed after them as fast as he could, the last dregs of sleep vanishing from his eyes immediately. He called out to them, but th
