He entered the corridor from the door, which led to the back garden and towards his chamber. He packed his bag with some fruits and knives for protection, though he didn't really know he'd even need protection. He reached the lantern, grabbed it up, and then attached it to his bag. There were chances this lantern might be needed. Steel tower, he'd heard about it once. It was an abandoned tower far in the forest, between trees. Some said it was in a clearing, some said even trees were inside it. Nobody knew for sure, and he was about to find out. He didn't know what that shadow wanted to tell ulric. Nevertheless, he understood this journey wasn't going to be just ordinary. He didn't tell his mother. He didn't know why. He didn't tell his sister and wasn't going to tell her either. Additionally, he didn't know the reason for even that, too. He walked around his chamber and checked the cabinets. If he was missing anything which he'd might have an essence of. He assured himself everything was good, and he began to walk to the kitchen to Friszta.
He approached the kitchen. Friszta was trying a new recipe — chocolate cookie with additional pudding. She cooked for them, too, as well as Siana. Siana usually taught her the recipes. However, she usually forgot, too, or exhibited laziness. Nevertheless, at that time, she really looked engaged in cooking. Although she had been ten years old, her mind was of someone elder. She looked at ulric and said, "What?"
"I'm going to fishing in a not-so-remote canal," he told her. "Perhaps you and mother will have more recipes to cook."
She looked confused. "Er — I thought you didn't like fishes?"
"People change. Well, you like it, and mother also. So why not, at least for you? I'm all bored sitting at home."
"Okay. Your choice. I know I'm not. I mean, technically, I'm a child, but she told you to take care of me until she returns."
"Take care of you? You can do it by yourself."
"I know– you don't understand it. She told you to take care of me, so why would you go away? Won't she be furious about this? That will ruin our day for sure."
"I'll try as fast I can to return. Don't worry. Probably, I can return before twilight."
"Well, everything is okay, but at least tell me that name of not‐so‐remote canal of yours? If you won't retur– well, I know you would. But if you just imagine, do not return, I can tell her the name."
"Portaz canal."
"Okay, bye."
He approached the door and sighed again. Looked back. Friszta's attention was, again, in cooking, and he stepped forward, forward to his new journey, which he himself didn't know why he was risking. Well, after all, he was that type of a person: he needed to do something extraordinary.
South of your house, he remembered. The door was at the south part of the house, so he just needed to walk straight.
And he went.