"Hurry up you little brat," an elderly woman preparing vegetables at a dilapidated kitchen counter to yells. "Yeah, I'm coming, Margaret," calls back a squeaky voice from the adjoining room. carrying a large sack of potatoes, a young boy comes running into the kitchen almost slipping, "Be careful boy, what if the master found out?" sighing she takes the takes the sack off of the lad placing it at the side of the counter, she continues "We'd both be in trouble if he wasted any of the supplies". confused the boy asks, "Really, he doesn't seem that bad to me?" innocently staring at Margaret. "Why would you say that?" pausing for a second, "Nevermind, just be on your best behavior when you're in his presence, got it?" Flashing his goofy smile he replies, "Yes Margaret". "Now come help me with this," ruffling his long black shaggy hair. half running up to up to the kitchen counter the two set about cooking dinner

I've worked in the manor since I was 5, like the other children I'm not old or strong enough to work in the mines like uncle Chester and Rory but I heard from one of the older slaves that young slaves sell well on the market, whatever that means, he said something about there only being two ways out of the here, when I asked uncle Chester about it he just said he doesn't know what he meant but I could tell he was just avoiding the question, he does that alot but im almost 10 maybe hell tell me on my birth day.

Carrying a tray of steaming food along the twisting corridors Rize passes by a young female slave with long curly blond hair and two small horns protruding from her forehead, cleaning an ornamental dagger. what a beautiful dagger, the size is just perfect, it's been weighted just right accommodating the seven purple gems adorning its hilt and the intricate metal works, its almost as if it was calling out to him, he almost forgot what he was supposed to be doing and quickly turned away from the dagger on the wall. "Hey Rize, are you alright you were acting weird just now?" asked the little blond girl, taking a break from cleaning. "Yeah, I'm fine, it's just that dagger" almost salivating at the thought of the blade. "Why you've seen it before, weirdo" she jokes. "I know but for some reason its like I'm only just noticing it," he says sheepishly as though he wasn't the one who just zoned out. " any way the master will be angry if bring him a cold meal, ill talk to you later at aunt Charlottes, Lotte".

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now rushing to the dining hall, Rize couldn't help thinking about the dagger and be confused at how much he knew about daggers, hed literally seen it hundreds of times before and never once had anything like that ever happened before, why would he know about the perfect weight of a dagger or even care about the design.

Approaching the huge oak double doors, he knocks a couple of times nervously before entering the dining hall, sitting at the far side of the of the dining table under underneath a portrait of a grizzly old man with fierce eyes and a large dog like beast at his side, sits the master savoring a goblet of red wine whilst staring out of the window as though he's admiring a beautiful mountain range instead of a bunch of slaves working in the mines half freezing to death in the snow.

"I've brought your meal master," Rize says almost inaudibly. "What are you waiting for, bring it here!" he barks, slowly edging his way closer to the master's side he places the food in front of him,"You may leave now," he says looking Rize dead in the eyes. Recoiling slightly, Rize nods his head slightly and scurries off, as he closes the door he could he could have sworn he heard a sigh coming from the other side.