Eric remained in the library long after night had settled over the estate, the quiet broken only by the soft scratching of his pen across parchment. The idea he had stumbled upon while watching the muddy scuffle earlier in the day had refused to leave his mind, and now lines, arrows, and notes spread across the pages before him as he tried to turn that spark into an actual plan.
It had been five days since he had come to Castermere and it had taken him three days just to diagnose the problem and search for a solution. But he was still pushing against time since he had to do this one last thing.
He knew the misunderstandings and hostility that had grown over months would not disappear with a temporary solution. What these people needed was something to release that tension- a place where they could let their frustrations out. A place where these people could be open and once their angst was out it would give them some space for healing their bonds.
