The cab pulled up to the address he'd been given at 9:54, and after paying the cabbie Martin walked up and down the street, fretful, glancing at his watch every ten seconds. He took several deep breaths to try and calm down, even though he knew breathing wasn't going to do him a whit of good.
He'd brought a gift for the Baron, as was expected within the Invictus. It was in his pocket and the weight of it felt like it would topple him over. If the Baron didn't care for it... best not to think of it, no. Martin was going to need the Baron's help if he was to make it in this city, and that's all there was to it.
At ten o'clock, Martin approached the manor and rang for admittance.