Like a disturbing mausoleum, there were dozens of items stolen by the Master from his late victims, a kleptomaniac as suggested by Pete, seeing everything from tapestry and coins thoughtlessly put somewhere in the Master's castle, like somebody who'd just obtained something, and left it somewhere until they felt like moving it elsewhere.
It progressed into portraits of the Master in his different phases, the arrogance shined brightly in his lavender eyes, that Theodore asked his uncle a rare question, why he hadn't seen any other Time Lords with the colour.
A shrug from Hamon, he tells his nephew that the Master was the only child born with lavender eyes for centuries.
His father had the eyes of the midnight skies and his mother had the eyes of the dunes in the evening time.
"Er, what happened to his mother?" William inquired what became of her, if she was done away with once the Master saw her a threat, and Hamon explained that she died in the birthing process, a rare condition developed.
There was nothing they could've done, she bled too quickly, time was of the essence, they had to cut the child out of his mother's womb, before death finally set in his mother.
A decision, that haunted Jinn until he died in the war.
Aye.
Jinn was not a traitor to his people, thus Hamon could say his name without ire from the Council, though had he survived the war, he doubted anything would change.
The boy was wrong from the word 'go.'
Had Jinn survived, no doubt in Hamon's mind that he'd be murdered by his only son to either take from him or silence him when it all came out what he'd done.
No chance Jinn would stand idly and allow his son to do the horrible things he done, Hamon served alongside with him, he'd be ashamed to have someone such as the Master for a son.
His icy blue eyes slowly moving, Theodore remained watchful for any traps, enemies, or even the Master himself, but thus far, there hasn't been anything in the castle except the stolen items.
Seeing how exceptionally large the castle is, doubtful he's around the corner, though it paints a disturbing question how many trophies the Master has of his kills, that it's almost impossible that he done this himself.
Something David agreed with.
"One man can't possibly do this, I don't care how evil he is, some of these things, there's no way he got it all in such a short time," David shook his head, glancing at a statue of some sort of deity, don't know what, if it's even a deity or a representation of an alien.
Pete agreed with him, too, pointing out that there's no servant, signs of one, the Master wouldn't waste time with them.
Looking towards Hamon for guidance, the men see cogs turning in his head, but he hadn't said anything on the matter.
Only told them to keep moving, watch their steps, be on alert, the usual.
"You haven't said what we're supposed to do when we find him," William brought up that outside the basics, Hamon didn't say much on what they're doing, but the old Time Lord stayed quiet on the matter, other than warning him that they listen to his instructions precisely.
Too dangerous to split, the group remained intact, though Hamon warned them that if he gave them the order, they're to split-off immediately.
In the event the Master springs a trap, all versions of the TARDIS will flee with their respected companions that came along, it'll be treated as though they're dead, though it isn't what they wanted to hear, it's what Hamon wanted them to know.
As he's walking, Theodore swore seeing someone in the distance watching them walk through the castle, out of sight, but he saw the silhouette of a man.
He wanted to warn the others, that it might've been the Master, but it's though he knew, that it wasn't the Master, someone else.
Not a friend of the Master, not a servant, no one aligned with him.
Uneasily, Theodore wanted to trust this man, for what reason, he didn't know, but he felt the compulsion so great he couldn't fight it.
In his head, he heard a low voice, "Come… come…"
Beckoning him.
A force began pulling him in the direction of the man, disappearing before Theodore could get a better look, the other men took notice instantly, following him with curiosity in his eyes.
The stuttering voice in Theodore's head warns him, "Close… close… close…"
He's getting closer to where the Master's located, the temperature slowly dropping as he and the other men followed the force guiding them.
Hamon didn't question why his nephew suddenly started going in the direction he did, there's a look in his dark eyes.
The force compelled Theodore to go through the winding corridors of the castle, passing by the portraits of the Master, those lavender eyes oozing contempt every portrait, that it's a wonder how anyone wanted to associate with him, willingly.
It did lead him into wondering what a different life the Master might've led hadn't he become the monster he is, if anything would change, if he'd just be an insufferable scholar, if he and his father would even remain friends.
Hamon cautioned him not to dwell too deeply, the Master wouldn't change too much about the monster within him, only how he hid it.
If he knew him best, Hamon thinks the Master would abuse his friendship with Medikus for his own purpose until he takes off the mask.
Briefly, Hamon stopped dead in his tracks as he caught sight of something in the corner of his eyes, when he turned his head, he sees something left on a side table filled with trinkets and whatnot, he reached out to grab a wooden pipe.
He recognized it instantly, holding it in his hand, a morose look on his face as he cradled it.
Bastard.
David trailed behind the others as he sees Hamon cradling the wooden pipe, seeing the look in his face, David realized that he'd found something of Herman's.
Handing it to David, Hamon tells him that his father gifted it to Herman, and if Hamon knew the elective Time Lord best, he'd want his wooden pipe to go to the son of his only friend.
It did belong to David's grandfather, which Hamon said had since passed due to the war, so this was the last known item of his grandfather's.
When asked, Hamon told him his grandfather's name was Davix, a proud man, always been astute.
A tragedy, he was among the casualties of the war, Daleks dropping bombs on their heads, they couldn't escape them in time, died in the incurring blast.
A smile on David's face as he cradled the wooden pipe in his hand, he nods as he accepted it as a reminder of both his heritage and the man who gave everything for his adopted daughter.
"If he'd been alive, child, he'd want nothing more than to talk his head off about your heritage," Hamon summed what Davix would've done had he survived and learnt he had a grandson.
Half-human or not, David's still family, and Davix would've accepted him, no questions asked.
Even used his clout to get the Council off David's back.
Placing the wooden pipe in his inner jacket pocket, David thanked him, once again, before the two hurried to reach the others as Theodore's still seemingly going in one direction.
"Oi, where you taking us?" William called to Theodore, curious where the aloof giant's taking them, and truthfully, Theodore couldn't tell him, because he doesn't know.
He's just going with the flow, it would seem.
Theodore continued guiding them until he felt the need to stop, when he did, they're presented with a large two-door, for only a simple two-door, there's an uneasy feeling generated being near it, and a frightful cold that nobody felt before.
A scene out of 'The Wizard of Oz' all five men stood side by side of each other, looking at the looming doors, knowing that it's where they needed to go.
If they were the Cowardly Lion, they'd be gone, but they're Dorothy, eager to find the man behind the curtain.
"Now, boys, on my mark, you need to activate your Sonic Screwdrivers precisely at the same time," Hamon instructed the four men, his dark eyes moving between them, as they acknowledged his instruction.
Proceeding to then give instructions to the companions left in the men's respected TARDIS via his earpiece picked up by the machines, Hamon prepared them to pull the lever on his count.
Looking at his uncle, Theodore exhaled as he says, "Uncle, before we go through those doors…"
A smile on his uncle's face, he turns to his nephew as he finished Theodore's sentence, "It was my fault, nephew, I shouldn't have lied. Regardless of your words, you're still my nephew."