Ranke had looked down at the letter that was in his hand, he didn't really know what to make of it. It was only 10 minutes ago that he was told that his father had cut the funds to support him at the orphanage, which resulted in them kicking him out.
"Ranke your father has stopped the funds to look after you within this orphanage,"
Ranke stared blankly at Ceril, she wasn't too sure on if the boy had understood her but she carried on.
"The orphanage has no choice but to have you leave, you are also forbidden from seeing your brothers before you leave."
Her last sentence seemed to have gotten a reaction out of the boy, he had sat up paying more attention, his facial expression had asked why.
"This is a request from your Father, even though he has put you into this orphanage, he still holds guardian rights to you. And even if he didn't, your Father is after-all a high councilor withing the syndicate, there is no one who would stand up against his words."
Ceril had stood and walked over to the boy, she had carefully taken a letter out from her pocket and handed it to Ranke, as the boy had taken it from her, she had placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Your Father told me to give this to you, he has told you to forget about the twins and to concentrate on your life. This will be the last favour he does for you, make the most of it."
That was the last conversation that Ranke had received from Ceril before he was politely taken out of the orphanage by guards, this was as he suspected the doing of his Father to prevent him from seeing his brothers. So now he was sat on the streets with only a few things to his name next to him, he had to find a way to get his brothers back, but what could a 16 year old boy do? There wasn't any possible way for him to look after two 10 year olds by himself, sure it was fine at the orphanage, but outside where he didn't even have a penny to his name, how in the world would he manage? However the answer to what he was to do next was in his hand, he had looked down at it. The letter his Father had left him, it didn't have loving and caring words, instead it was just the time, date and place of where he needed to be in order to get the job of a tea boy. He had shrugged to himself, it was somewhere to start, but looking again at the date, he realised that he wasn't due til two days later.
Leaning back and sighing to himself, he was certain now that his Father was set out to make his life miserable, or more like his step mother was set out to make his life miserable. But oh well, there wasn't much he could do about it, he wasn't exactly in any position to retaliate. Leaning forward again, Ranke had sighed once more before getting up off the ground. Well seeing as he had time to kill he decided to wonder about the city to see what was about, and to also look for a possible bed for the next two nights.