Deer Country Network

[The feed pulls up on Wesker, who sits on a rustic bench in the rear courtyard garden of Arklay House, now overrun with a wild growth of odd-looking vaguely lily-like orange flowers which seem to bend and lean toward him, almost as if drawn to him.]

Until further notice, if you're coming to Arklay House for treatment, a consultation, or a social call, use the Lantern at the front door near the street, not the rear door, in the enclosed courtyard. The new spring planting isn't to be trusted, at least for now. I will explain to those who enquire.

[He shifts slightly, clearly changing the subject to something more personal which some part of him hesitates to address.]

But a more pressing order of business... Has anyone heard from Ariadne recently? I had a basket of pomegranates which I'd gathered in my attic which I was going to brin to her, and her device isn't picking up.

[With a note of foreboding, he continues.]

I trust no one has seen her going to the sea?