In the first hours of the day, a carriage awaits in front of the Governor's Hotel. After a little, a few footmen help carry luggage and load it onto the vehicle.
The coachman is heard moaning for the short heads-up and the hour of the day, too late to leave for Borca, since the roads, he reckons with anyone not fast enough to run away, are bound to be swamped by the spring floods.
He however finds the common sense to fall quiet, as Cavalier Romeo Lascaris, a black coat and an even darker expression, is seen exiting the Hotel and climb inside the coach. He bangs a few hits on the coach inner walls, and the coachman, a newfound passion for the silent contemplation of the road, drives the coach eastbound past the city gates.