Baxter was not going to let Cassandra Trelawney put him off indefinitely.

If he were being honest, his run-in with the Trelawney sisters on High Street had been a little ominous, and had certainly given him pause. Baxter was cautious with his personal life by nature, clearly it had caused issues in the past, but unlike last time, he felt more confident in this and he was not going to let a jilted seer ruin his shot this time. The decision had taken him a long time to come to, but Bax had also become increasingly aware that he was not getting any younger, nor were things as likely to go awry this time around; he was still a nervous wreck.

Having arranged to call on Odira at her Bartonburg home had put things in motion however, and now he was determined to follow through. Still, he felt like a man many years younger than he actually was, especially considering how long ago he probably should have done this. Still, he had a ring burning a hole in his pocket, though he wasn't even sure he was prepared to ask today- or how amenable Odira was to the idea itself, which was really his mission today, first and foremost. Perhaps he'd gotten ahead of himself, but frankly he was past caring. He enjoyed spending time with Odira, she'd said the same of him in the past, there was certainly a history between the two and Bax rather thought that it was time to do something and stop thinking about it.

Steeling himself as he knocked on the door, Bax, waited to be let in and held his breath.