Cursed Items

No real arguments were made on the decision. Julius stood there, quietly, letting the draft sway the hair. In a bizarre twist, or so what Elvira had planned for them to believe, the Haggard siblings were residing at the same hotel as did Igna. This would only come to pass on the next morning where a very commanding text forced the prince out of bed. Breakfast resulted in an unexpected meeting. 

 "Cousin," said Igna rushing downstairs.

 "Cousin," returned Julius already at the table, "-I didn't realize you were here."

 "I suppose mother must have planned it so," returned he softly, "-about yesterday," pulling the chair, "-I'm sorry about the rude tone. I didn't mean anything malicious by it, I'm very sorry, Cousin."

 "Don't worry," he nodded, "-I don't hold any grudge. The news and all," hesitant on the issue, "-about heading to Arda, are you sure?"

 "Yes," returned he strongly, "-I need my items back."

 "My items?"