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Maira
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I attempted to return to some feeling of normality, some anchor of comfort now that Kalise had been traded so frivolously, but I could find none. I found myself wandering aimlessly through the manor, only coming to grips enough to follow Almar’s orders or retrieve food on his behalf. I felt empty and was truly alone for the first time in my life. I had no solace and no means of quenching the feeling of emptiness welling up within. In this time of unease, I thought back to my earliest years, when I still had my mother for comfort. The memory of her was bittersweet for I knew this was but an escape from my grim reality. I remembered her gentle touch, her warm hands, her kind smile, but the one detail that still eluded me was the one that haunted my heart. For the life of me, I could not remember her face. I suppose it did not matter, in the end. She could change her appearance as I could, even hide amongst Adympians, save for their most skilled detectors.
Still, the detail haunted me. It was a reminder of my life of servitude and slavery, that even my early years were to be nothing but cleaning, services, and entertainment. I clenched my fist as I realized that any kin of a slave was to be at the beck and call of people like Almar, as I had been my whole life. My only means of comfort was to be people and places that could change on a whim, the whim of Almar and his family.
I sat on a window sill overlooking the city of Nione, knees clutched close to my chest. It was a place I often waited for Kalise; a place near the kitchen that was still in earshot of the entrance hall. There, I could wait as she worked while still fulfilling my obligation towards Almar. I could be there in a heartbeat should he call for me and Kalise would not have to wander far to find where I rested. I absentmindedly ran a finger along the silver bracelets that bound me to his service as I watched the people bustling by in the city below. The manor sat atop a hill in the center of the city, acting as a beacon of Almar’s authority. Some of the people below wore bracelets similar to my own, made of iron or silver. I knew of the golden bracelets that regal slaves were shackled with, but they would not be wandering the streets so carelessly. The slaves I saw below, I imagined, were rushing about fulfilling the request of their master, acting as either a courier or errand boy. That would be the only reason to wander alone, unaccompanied in this prison of a city.
I looked out farther as a guard’s shout rang out. A figure in the distance, atop the stone wall that encompassed the city, was gesturing wildly, seemingly berating a smaller pair of figures. I squinted as I willed my eyes to adjust, bringing the group of three into focus. It was a simple trick that I had found over my years of beatings and subsequent recoveries. Though it stung my eyes, I could bring that which was distant and watch as if I was right beside the event. Indeed it was as I thought; a captain was berating two recruits, chastising them for the rack of weapons they had seemingly knocked over. The captain wore full plate armor, complete with Almar’s family emblem embossed onto the back. It would be on the front as well and the helmet he wore had a pattern of green and beige plates running down the sides and back. The recruits were dressed similarly, though in much more barebones equipment and with a simple iron helm covering their heads.
They and the captain berating them acted as the enforcers of the city, ensuring law and order was maintained. They may as well have acted as prison guards, ensuring none of the marked slaves left the city without an escort, all at the behest of the warden known as Almar. I sighed as I felt my shoulders slump, my focus widening as my eyes returned to their natural state. Everything around me only served to remind me of Almar, of my place as his servant, as the reason for Kalise’s disappearance. The feeling of emptiness welled up once more.
“Pardon Me.” A voice to my left suddenly made me jump as I turned sharply. The new cook was suddenly at my side, devoid of the familiar apron and wearing a modest attire. His peculiar hat was also gone, replaced with a beige and green muffin hat. He jumped as I turned with a start, but relaxed as I made no further moves. “I apologize,” he sighed, grabbing his hat for a moment and scratching his head tiredly. “I didn't mean to startle you. I was just looking for another servant. She came to me several days ago.” A confused expression replaced my brief fright. Was he speaking of me? Or had another approached him? He continued talking as he noticed my befuddlement. “She is a bit shorter than yourself; braided hair, brown eyes. I had seen her on a few occasions, but I can’t appear to find her now.”
I sighed in relief as I realized what he meant. Of course he had been speaking of me, but at the moment I looked nothing like the elf he was describing. The green eyes and blonde hair was a favorite of Almar’s …. and the large breasts were of no help either. I quietly gritted my teeth as I knew the person I was meant to be imitating; a woman Almar had secretly pined after for decades, long before he wed his wife. Such details could wait, however, as I turned back to the new elf before me. “I know of her,” I responded vaguely, wanting him to speak more. I was curious for his reasons and found people were much more open about their thoughts if they believed particular people were not in the room … and, admittedly, I found comfort in the gentleness of his voice. “Why do you ask?”
The elf let out a sigh as he glanced back and forth, likely trying to see if I had happened to round a nearby corner. “I must admit, I am concerned,” he finally replied, turning back to me. “Her voice was heavy with sorrow when she first spoke to me. Ever since, I have noticed her around the manor with a crestfallen … almost empty expression. I do not normally find the need to pry into such matters, but I feel myself a tad responsible for the aches she may feel. … It was my old mistress that proposed this culinary exchange.”
I felt a chill run down my arm. In my heart, I knew such worries were unfounded. A slave had as much sway over their master as an ant would an elf. Yet, I felt a burning anger flare up at the idea of his mistress stealing away the only friend I had for so long. I looked away, for fear my now emerald eyes betraying the anger within. In the corner of my mind, I heard the elf’s own emotions: guilt, regret, apprehension. He was telling the truth. He was ashamed of the circumstances he was inflicting upon the manor, despite how little control he had over the matter. I pursed my lips for a brief moment as I tried to stifle the anger that was roiling beneath me. “And what would you have of her?” I asked, speaking in a tone better fit for a feud than a conversation. “What makes you think she would wish to speak with you?”
The new cook let out a reluctant sigh as he scratched his head. “I do not know,” he admitted, likely hearing the hostility in my voice. “But I still … feel as if I must make things right. … I was rather curt with her when she first spoke to me. … I wish to make amends for that as well.”
I let out a sigh as I felt my own anger die and the rise in sorrow showed itself once more, thinking on his words. His presence meant the disappearance of Kalise, something that enraged me. Yet, words from my mother surface in my thoughts, drifting loosely in my recent meditation of her. “Do not blame the river banks, for they have no say in where the river flows. They are only present where it travels.” I let out a sigh as I felt the last of my anger dissipate, turning back to the elf as I felt his curious eyes gaze through me. I mentally prodded his emotions; feeling his guilt, his regret, his apprehension, finding a true desire to make things right. I sighed as I prepared myself to change my form. “Well,” I sighed, feeling my spine shrink as I pulled myself into a comfortable form. “You needn’t look any further.”
The cook’s expression and emotion briefly switched to one of confusion before my hair and eyes suddenly shifted color. His eyes widened in shock as my features shifted to the form I had taken when I first spoke to him. All in all, the change took almost a minute. Yet it felt like an eternity with his eyes upon me, drinking in the changing features as it happened. “You are a Nymph,” he gasped, astonished at the spectacle. “I have heard tell of shape-changing creatures, but I have never seen the gift up close.”
I gave him a nod and a sorrowful, almost apologetic, smile as I felt my features settle. His guilt and regret were now replaced with astonishment and shock, but his apprehension remained fixed where it sat. I pursed my lips as I looked away again, his very presence reminding me of my lost friend. “Gawk how you like,” I sighed. “I am used to it.”
The elf suddenly recoiled, as if remembering something rather dire. “I apologize,” he mumbled. “It is just … I have only heard rumors of a nymph’s abilities. I have never seen it in person.”
I nodded, understanding his astonishment. “It is alright. It is something I have grown accustomed to.” The elf nodded as he continued to gaze, still amazed at my near-instant transformation. I waited for a moment for him to speak but pressed him as he failed to utter a single word. “You wished to discuss something?” I prodded, reminding him of the initial words he spoke to me.
The elf suddenly tensed before appearing to collect himself and nodding, replacing his muffin hat with a quick motion “Indeed,” he replied. “I wish to apologize for my rudeness the other day. I did not mean to further trample your spirits that day.”
I shook my head and felt a touch of amusement at his sudden change in demeanor. “You were not so impactful,” I replied, trying to ease his conscience. “Little to nothing could have worsened that day.” I turned to look out over the city of Nione, feeling another wave of sorrow wash over me. “She was a dear friend of mine,” I sighed, briefly forgetting the elf standing next to me.
The elf in question gave me a moment to myself before clearing his throat and adjusting his cap. “In any regard,” he said, drawing my attention once more. “I insist on making amends.”
I gave him a curious look as I heard his emotions shift again; hope, guilt, and apprehension. “You need not trouble yourself,” I replied. “You had no part in these circumstances.”
The elf shook his head as he gestured down the hall. “I insist,” he repeated. “It would weigh on my heart to know you were so burdened.”
I thought about the idea for a moment. It would do me good to break from the monotony I found myself in. Even I could admit as such. I was also curious about this new elf and what he had in mind. After mulling over the possibilities for a moment, I let out a reluctant sigh. “Very well,” I conceded. “What do you have in mind?”
The elf’s emotions shifted again; this time satisfaction, relief, and apprehension. He appeared to think for a moment before smiling and gesturing for me to follow him. “Come,” he said. “I know of a lovely little shop that sells rather delicious tea.”
I furrowed my brow as the new elf began to walk away. “Wait a minute,” I said, standing and chasing after him. “I should not leave the manor. What if Almar calls for me.”
The elf turned and gave me an almost shocked look. His emotions betrayed a similarly disbelieving alignment. “The master does not allow you to leave the manor?” He asked incredulously. “Not even a king would have such restrictive rules for a silver servant.”
I felt my emotions twist at being called a silver servant. Naturally, that’s what the bracelets indicated. The golden variation of bindings was meant to indicate exclusivity to the local merchants or lords. Almar, however, found little need to acquire the true article and settled for the silver bracelets for his personal staff. I lifted my hands as I showed the elf my bindings. “Almar would not purchase such items if they were meant for his wife,” I grumbled. “He is far too frugal for them. He also made it clear that I am to be at his beck and call should he demand it. I have barely left the manor in the last three decades, let alone wandered the city.” I felt my sorrow rise once more as I voiced the thought. I was truly trapped here and nothing I could do would change that.
The elf appeared uncaring of my thoughts and his emotions shifted once more: disgust, intrigue, apprehension. “I suppose such details do not matter,” he mused mysteriously. He then turned and looked me up and down. “Are you comfortable with such attire outside the manor?”
I gave him a confused look, his sudden dismissal of Almar’s word gave me cause for alarm. “I am not so sure,” I said hesitantly. “Almar would not like my absence.”
The elf gestured dismissively as a wry smile briefly crossed his face. “Do not worry about the master,” he replied. “I have dealt with such egotists before.” He then gestured at me again as he repeated his question. “Are you comfortable with such attire?” He asked.
I looked down as I gave the question some thought, still apprehensive at the idea of breaking Almar’s orders. I was presently dressed in a modest dress, a beige and green flower expanding radially from the center of my chest. The sleeves continued the pattern and stopped just before my wrist, keeping the silver bracelet exposed. The hem of my dress stopped just above the floor, expertly hiding the fact that I had nothing protecting my feet. It was the standard attire for the female staff of the manor. I even remember the outsider wearing a similar dress; though she was far too large for it. I had heard Almar promised to supply her with properly fitting attire, but I had doubts on whether he would have ever followed through with that promise. I pursed my lips as the thought of Almar’s retaliation haunted me. He was always creative with his punishments. Yet … I also felt compelled to take the risk. As grim as the thought was, I had grown accustomed to the pain. What’s more, if I wished to know what had become of Kalise, the new cook would be the one to know.
I sighed reluctantly as I lifted the hem of my dress to show my naked toes. “My only discomfort would be my feet,” I replied. “There has been little reason for me to have footwear.”
The elf nodded as he glanced down. “Then we shall have to make another stop during our outing.” He then glanced the way he had been going as he appeared to think deeply. “I believe I saw a cobbler off the main boulevard.” He remarked. “If not, I am certain we can find one if we ask about.” He then turned back and strode past, once again gesturing for me to follow. “For the moment, you need serviceable footwear. Come. I have a spare set you may fit.”
I felt a sense of relief wash over me as I let the hem fall and began to follow … A thought suddenly occurred to me. “May I ask your name?” I said, moving quickly to measure his reaction.
The new elf stopped in his tracks as he too appeared to realize that we did not know each other’s names. For the first time since I had met him, a grin crossed his face as his emotions shifted to a lighter, almost melodious tone. “You may call me Alred,” he replied. “And you are?”
Out of habit, I curtsied as I gave my name. “Chameleon of house Ianpetor,” I said with a practiced cheer in my voice. Alred’s expression shifted to one of disturbed confusion, reflecting his shift in emotions. I felt a hint of embarrassment as I rose from my curtsy. “It is the name Almar has deemed I use,” I explained.
Alred shook his head as he scoffed towards the main hall. “That will not do at all,” he growled. “What is your birth name?”
I hesitated for a moment. No one had ever asked me for my real name. The other servants merely called me Kam or Chameleon. I toyed with the fabric in my dress nervously as I silently pondered my next words. The expectant expression on Alred’s face felt like it was bearing down on me, forcing the information from my lips. “I-I was named M-Maira,” I finally stammered out. “I am afraid it is all that I have left of my time before Almar.”
Alred’s expression changed once more, to one of somber understanding. His emotions once again shifted to a similar state. He appeared to bear his emotions on his sleeve, thus far at least. “That is a lovely name,” he said sweetly. “I am glad you were able to keep something so beautiful.”
I felt a surge of relief, the first sense of comfort I had felt in ages. I nodded gratefully as I felt myself smile. “I hope you were able to do the same, coming here from your previous master.”
Alred smiled at the thought, nodding before gesturing again for me to follow him. “Better yet, I can show it to you. We’ll have to hurry though. I believe the shops will close soon.” I nodded as I kept pace with Alred, my morning thoughts beginning to fade to a bitter but sore memory.
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The noise of the bustling city was much more domineering than I anticipated. Spending my days in the manor had given me a modicum of separation that I had not realized till now. Every shouting vendor and slamming door made my heart jump, mixing together in a cacophony of noise that only served to remind me of my disobedience to Almar. I was afraid that every bellow would be from Almar, his harsh reprimands swiftly being followed by his flavor of punishment. Even how closely I followed Alred did not ease my concerns.
Alred, in contrast, appeared unconcerned by the torrent of voices and noise, a smile spreading across his face as he looked around and took in the city of Nione. “Such a quaint little place,” he said cheerily. Indeed, his emotions had shifted from a mix of apprehension and dread to one of tranquil and calm.
I nodded at his last remark as I tried to focus on him, smothering the occasional blast of emotions from passersby. “It is all rather new to me,” I admitted, protectively crossing my arms.
Alred glanced back and appeared to notice my discomfort, patting my shoulder as he pointed towards an intersection ahead. “You will enjoy this, I’m sure,” he said encouragingly.
I peered over the heads before us as I tried to see what Alred was so eager to show me. I may as well have been looking for a quill in a bundle of leaves. The buildings on either side of the street were of more modest construct, simple but precise brick and mortar with wooden beams supporting their structure. They were also made of either thatched roofs or ceramic tiles though I was certain the ceramic tiles were a tad more expensive. The intersection seemed to bustle with activity; some entering a local butcher’s shop, others lining up at a bakery that seemed to produce the most heavenly of aromas. Even a handful of children were crowding around a sweets shop, watching through a window as a worker kneaded a mass of sugary dough. An old and faded memory of such a sweet confection appeared in my mind, but I felt saddened as I realized I could not recall more than the flavor. I almost wished for Alred to lead me inside, but he did not. Instead, he led me past the busy intersection and down a much smaller street, a stark contrast to the space we had just left. I was grateful though. The noise and shouts were not present here and faded as Alred led me away. This street appeared to be filled with much more hands-on practices; blacksmiths, carpenters, and the like. Their wares were much more durable and I suppose required replacing less often. There was even a small tavern, empty for the moment, save for one elf sweeping a bit of dust outside the establishment. I could feel the proud anticipation in Alred’s emotions as he led me past these humble shops.
He finally turned and let out a smile as he pointed a finger skyward, indicating a sign just above a sturdy door. The sign was a simple thing; a small cup that gave off a waft of steam with bundles of dried herbs hanging behind it. The store below it was a small thing, barely as wide as the kitchen in the manor. From what I could see, it seemed the upper floors also served as a dwelling, complete with a few clothes hung out to dry in the window. “The Spice’s Respite,” Alred read proudly. I scrunched my nose at the strange name, giving Alred an apprehensive look. Alred saw my confusion and nodded knowingly. “An odd place, I know, but I have yet to find a better vendor for the idiosyncrasies of my recipes. What’s more, she makes irreplaceable tea. Come. I’ll show you.” He then pushed open the door to the small shop and led me inside.
The tinkling of a bell sounded as we entered and I was hit with a torrent of sharp and flavorful scents. A shrill shout came from somewhere deep in the shop as we stepped inside and let the door close behind us with another tinkle of the bell perching above the door. “Coming!” came the shout, accompanied by the rapid tapping of feet. I looked around the small store in amazement. It appeared that every bit of space was being used, either to dry hanging herbs or display a variety of bags and bottles filled with spices. Even the counter at the far end of the room was laden with spice bags and bottles, a scale barely balancing on the edge at its center.
Just then the pattering stopped, followed by a sharp “Hup!” and an elderly-looking elf hopped up behind the counter. Her wrinkled face told of many grinning nights and the twinkle in her eyes betrayed a devious but kind heart. Her grey and frazzled hair sat atop her head in a messy bun, held together by a string of dried herbs that gave off an even more aromatic scent, if that was even possible in this cave of powders and herbs. Her expression lit up as she saw Alred grinning back at her. “Alred!” She said happily. “I was not expecting you for another few days.” Her eyes darted in my direction as she finally appeared to notice my presence. She chuckled as she appeared to recognize me and turned back to Alred. “So you took my advice, I see,” she smirked.
Alred nodded as she gestured towards me. “Gylledhia, this is Maira. Maira, I’d like you to meet Gylledhia.”
The elderly elf waved cheerily as the introductions concluded themselves. “Hello there,” she said happily.
I waved back timidly, still overwhelmed by the sudden influx of scents and the atmosphere outside. “H-Hello,” I stammered back.
Gylledhia smiled brightly before turning back to Alred. “What can I do for you today?” She asked in that same bright and cheery tone.
Alred grinned back as he held up two fingers. “Two cups of ginger tea, if you can manage.”
Gylledhia’s face suddenly went crestfallen at the request. “I’m sorry dear. I’m afraid I’ve run out of ginger. Is Jasmine acceptable?”
I felt a surge of joy in Alred’s emotions, despite the ill news he had just been given. “You’ve finally got the shipment?” He asked happily.
Gylledhia nodded as she gestured to a corner of the room. Only now did I see the wrought iron table and a trio of chairs seated around it. “It arrived the day after your last visit,” she explained gleefully. “I’ve sampled them myself and I must say it was worth the drachm.”
Alred chuckled as he pulled a chair back and gestured for me to sit. I complied hesitantly as he carried on the conversation. “I am glad you think so. I’m sure my companion will think so as well.” He then took a seat in the second chair, still facing towards the front desk as Gylledhia hopped down from behind it. “What of your spices?” he suddenly asked. “Have you found another customer for your more exotic ingredients?”
A sharp tut suddenly sounded from behind the counter as the pattering began once more. “My daughter managed to sell the last of my ginger to a tavern at the edge of the city. Unfortunately, they were not interested in my Tumeric and Cinnamon. ‘Too sharp for the food,’ they said.” Her remark was punctuated in a mocking singsong tone; understandable, considering the surplus of supply it seemed she had. “I sent her to the Corlaur district this time around. I’m hopeful that they are more sensible in their palettes.”
Alred nodded as the sounds of a small fire began somewhere behind the counter. “If anyone could be interested in your spices, it would be them.”
A grunt of affirmation could be heard behind the counter as a loud clank sounded as well. “My daughter, bless her heart, says I am a fool for still taking their shipments. Mark my words, Nione will know the value of these spices yet.”
Alred nodded in response as he leaned back in his seat. “I am grateful to have found you,” he admitted. “I know of only a handful of merchants who are willing to travel this close to orcish territory. Nione still has to make up for its dangerous past. I am glad to have found a source for the nuances of my recipes.”
Another laugh behind the counter was quickly followed by a whistle from a kettle. The whistling quickly stopped and a sound of pouring replaced it. “The house of Ianpetor used to enjoy my spices,” Gylledhia said remorsefully. “But that damned Almar’s palette has grown soft.” Gylledhia suddenly rounded the corner of the counter, a tray of steaming cups in hand. She wasn’t as short as I had assumed, but she was clearly stocky in height. “What’s more, very few enjoy the tea I brew. Here you go.” She then set the tray on the table, gesturing to the pair of cups proudly. “I hope it’s to the lady’s liking,” she said, grinning in my direction. I hesitated for just long enough for Alred to make the first move.
Alred quickly took a cup and inhaled the still drifting steam; a smile appearing as his emotions once again took on a melodious nature. “I can already tell it will be perfect,” he said happily before taking a gentle sip. His emotions once again shifted, this time taking on a muted but relaxed nature. He turned and grinned contently towards me. “Go ahead,” he said encouragingly. “Try for yourself.”
I hesitated again as I examined the gentle steaming cup. It was a small thing really, a speckled blue and white cup just a bit bigger than my hand filled with an off-brown fluid with the barest hints of herbs floating within. I took the cup gingerly and felt a gentle warmth from the ceramic container, easing my nerves just from its presence. I took a whiff of the drink and found it smelled of honey and flowers. A tentative glance at Alred revealed his encouraging smile once more as he gestured for me to take a sip.
I turned to the warm cup again before taking a tentative taste of the tea. Almost immediately I felt a warmth radiate from my chest, the soft and sweet flavor mixing together in a marvelous dance. I felt a deep feeling of relaxation wash over me as I let out an involuntary “Woah,” after swallowing my first taste of the sweet drink.
Alred laughed loudly at what must have been a look of astonishment on my face. “I told ya you would enjoy it,” he chuckled happily. He then turned to Gylledhia who was smiling widely at my obvious enjoyment of her special drink. “I’ll take some of that jasmine with this list of ingredients,” he said as he handed her a slip of parchment. “If you can manage it.”
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Gylledhia nodded as she examined the piece of paper then turned and pittered back behind the counter, leaving me and Alred to take another sip from our cups of tea. “You know I can always manage it,” she said cheerily. “I could manage an entire year’s supply if you wish. Though, I am certain Almar would find the prospect protestable.”
Alred nodded as he took another sip from his drink, causing me to do the same. “I would also need a place to store such a large supply, as well as explain why I had spent so much in a single afternoon.”
Gylledhia let out an affirmative grunt from behind the counter as several bags were tossed onto the center of the counter. Gylledhia herself then hopped back onto her stool as she used the scale to measure the weight of each bag, jotting them down on a ledger as she spoke each price out loud. “Twelve ounces of Rosemary, seven drachms. Ten ounces of Thyme, fifteen drachms.” On and on she spoke, totaling ten different spices including her previously mentioned Turmeric and Cinnamon as well as the bag of Jasmine she had presumably used to make the tea. “This brings the total price to ninety-five drachm.” She finally finished, marking the final price down in her ledger. “Plus the eight drachms for the drinks.”
Alred nodded as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pouch of coins, counting out each drachm carefully as he carried on conversing with Gylledhia. “With how much Almar eats each day, I expect to return within the next week.”
Gylledhia seemed to chuckle at the idea as she gathered the pouches of spice into a large rucksack and pulled its drawstring tight. “I would be glad for the business, particularly if you could bring the lovely lady.” She then disappeared behind the counter before reappearing carrying the large sack of spices. “If I had to put up with that insufferable Almar day in and day out, I would say I was deserving of some quality time all my own.” She then set the large sack next to Alred as he counted out the last coin. He pushed the sizable pile of coins towards her as she sat down in the remaining seat and pulled out her own coin purse.
Alred returned to his cup of tea as he gestured towards me. “That depends on if she would like to accompany me,” he replied. “I would enjoy the company, particularly if we can get away with your absence.”
I nodded along as I took another sip of the sweet drink. “I am admittedly hesitant still,” I sighed. “Almar may not take kindly to my absence from the Manor, particularly if he is … in one of his moods.”
Despite the relaxing drink, Alred’s emotions shifted to one of contempt and I saw Gylledhia’s eye twitch at the mention of moods. “Almar’s temper, I am aware of,” Alred sighed. “My old mistress always said to have the slave mages prepare some revitalizing potions for his visits to Graydelle.”
I shook my head, recalling the last time I had left the manor. “That is not the mood I speak of,” I said grimly. “Though I imagine it is tangentially related to what you speak of.”
Alred gritted his teeth and his wave of emotions changed once again to a mixture of anger and contemptment. “Of course it is,” he growled angrily. “Almar has built quite a reputation for himself. My old mistress would not stand for such childish outbursts.” He took another sip from his cup, almost draining it with the action. “I have half a mind of writing to her expressing my distaste for Almar and all that I have gleaned of this squalor of a city.” He appeared to suddenly realize his words as he glanced at Gylledhia, giving her an apologetic expression as his emotions shifted in turn. “No offense?” He asked hopefully.
Despite Gylledhia’s focus on counting the dwindling pile of coins, I could have sworn she noticed Alred’s apologetic expression and gave a reassuring smile of her own. “You’re quite alright, dear,” she said dismissively. “You would be hard-pressed to find anyone in the city that did not share your sentiments.” With a sigh, she counted the last of the coins and closed the coin purse before replacing it within her pocket. “In any regard, let us change the topic. I’m certain the young lady here would prefer to forget about Almar for the moment.”
Alred then turned to me as if he had suddenly realized how I might feel about Almar. “Indeed,” he said quickly, following Gylledhia’s lead and taking one last sip from his own cup. “I had intended to make amends and here I am pontificating about the object of our grief.”
Gylledhia nodded again as she sat back and gave me a reassuring smile. “The prudent thing would be to ask the lady what she enjoys in her free time,” she said wisely. “... that is, if you are given time to yourself.”
I pursed my lips timidly as I shook my head. “I am not,” I replied solemnly. “I am at Almar’s beck and call day and night. … Especially at night.”
Alred fell awkwardly quiet at the remark, likely knowing what I was implying. Gylledhia, on the other hand, appeared dumbfounded at the idea. “Surely not,” She said incredulously. “Pardon me, but you are so plain looking. I would think Almar would have servants of more regal appearance.”
Strangely enough, I found myself chuckling at the idea. “Indeed he does,” I replied. I then prepared for another bout of changes, shifting my hair from brown, to a deep red, to a bright blonde, and then back to a dark brown. “As it stands, he can have anyone he desires.”
Gylledhia’s eyes grew wide as she watched the change. “Fext,” she cursed aloud. “I had no idea.”
I nodded solemnly as my hair settled back into its preferred hue. “It is something Almar takes advantage of,” I admitted timidly, taking a comforting sip of the quickly cooling tea. “I cannot recall how many people he has asked me to imitate.”
Gylledhia let out an aggravated sigh as she sat back in her seat. “Of course he has,” she muttered angrily, nursing her head gently. “It’s no wonder that boisterous baron has such an exacerbated ego.” She let out a tired sigh as she allowed the moment to hang in the air. “If I might be so bold,” she suddenly continued, sitting forward in her seat. “It occurs to me that that little trick with the hair may draw unwanted attention.” She rested an elbow on the table as she set her head on her hand, bringing her fingers towards her left eye as a result, away from Alred’s line of sight. “There are much more subtle ways to reveal one’s abilities,” she said with a hint of mirth.
I looked at her, confused for a second, then it was my turn to look at her with astonishment as her left eye, which had once been brown, shifted to a vibrant green then a deep blue, and even a vibrant purple before shifting back to its original tinge. I glanced, confused, at Alred who was busy examining his empty cup forlornly. I turned back to Gylledhia as I quickly realized the implications. “You are-” I began, but Gylledhia quickly placed a finger to her lips, asking for my silence.
She glanced at Alred who had set his cup down and turned his attention back to the conversation at hand. Gylledhia quickly continued as if nothing had happened. “I have been in this city all my life. I do not know where you once lived, but I assume you were not taught the same lessons as I.”
I stared in astonishment for a moment, slowly picking up on Gylledhia’s intention. “My mother was a servant,” I explained solemnly, looking at the last dredges of my cold cup before setting it back down, unfinished. “I was sold before my abilities manifested. … I have taught myself, for the most part.”
Gylledhia nodded grimly. “My sympathies,” she said gently. “Can you recall where you once lived? Perhaps you may find your mother again one day.”
I shook my head as I found myself recalling my earlier reminiscing. “My youth eludes me,” I replied almost bitterly. “Even my mother’s face escapes me. Though I reason it would not matter, with who I am and who she is.” Gylledhia let out an apologetic sigh as the moment was again allowed to remain. I thought back on Gylledhia’s earlier words, considering a second implication. “What of … your daughter?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t prying too deeply. “Have you been able to teach everything you know?”
Gylledhia chuckled aloud, seemingly amused at the idea. “I have not,” she admitted plainly. “She has not reached an age she would understand them. She is a bright child, but she has not yet reached … the right age.” I nodded, understanding what she meant. Shapeshifting is not an ability available to the young. It is not until maturity does the gift manifest and even then it takes time and patience to cause great shifts. As well, each shift comes at a great cost of energy.
I picked up the ceramic cup once more, examining the cold contents before taking a final gulp of the drink. “Well, I am glad she has a mentor such as yourself,” I said, feeling comfort wash over me once more. I then turned and gave Alred a grateful smile. “I am glad you dragged me out of that dingey manor, as risky as it may be.”
Alred grinned in kind, his emotions shifting even further into relaxment and joy. “If I have prepared us and my words correctly, we may yet repeat this adventure,” he said, taking two more coins from his pocket and setting them on the table.
I felt my heart leap in hopeful joy as Gylledhia took the coins and began clearing the small wrought iron table. “Truly?” I asked, sitting straight in excitement. “You believe you can manage that?”
Alred nodded knowingly as he scratched his chin. “I have not served beneath Mistress Vaquen of Graydelle for nothing. I have picked up a few of her silver-tongued tricks in my years.” He then stretched before grabbing the sack of spices and standing. “We will need a few more stops if Almar intercepts our trip back. Fortunately, they are close by and I am doubtful he would travel here himself.”
I nodded as I stood as well, feeling lighter than air as I grinned at the idea. “I would like that very much,” I said happily.
Alred chuckled again as he waved a goodbye towards Gylledhia and began heading towards the door. “I’ll be back soon,” He called. “Hopefully with Maira as well.”
Gylledhia waved over the counter as it sounded like she was setting the cups of tea away. “Good luck with the Baron!” She called back.
Alred nodded again before giving me an encouraging smile and opening the door for me. I smiled in response as I practically bounded out the door, my worries abated for the moment. Perhaps the tea really did have relaxing properties. I turned to Alred as he stepped out and closed the door behind him. “So, where to?” I asked enthusiastically.
Alred pointed back the way we’d come as he began leading me away from the shop. “I’m running low on some supplies. The shops around here should have everything else I need.”
I nodded as I began to follow him, slowing for a moment as I finally recalled my initial worry about leaving the manor. “And … What if we are to encounter Almar?” I asked hesitantly.
Alred glanced back as his emotions shifted into a pensive but concerned state, putting on a brave smile in an attempt to comfort me. “Allow me to worry about such an event,” He said encouragingly. “I will not have your day spoiled by such an encounter.” I nodded, a bit reluctantly as I continued to follow him, hopeful that he could keep his word.
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The rest of the trip consisted of rather mundane tasks, all things considered. I had been sent to the marketplace on a handful of occasions, but the result of those trips were never pleasant. This, on the other hand, was an enjoyable experience through and through. Gone were my apprehensions and misgivings about wandering the city. Even the din of the crowd was more tolerable as Alred led me to shop after shop. As promised, he also brought me to a shoemaker and had me measured for footwear of my own. I was even allowed to choose the kind of shoe he would make for me. I silently prayed that I would be able to accompany Alred to pick them up.
As for the rest of the trip, Alred led me around, picking up more ingredients for the manor as well as letting me sample a few of the vendors’ own creations including; a jam-filled pastry, a strip of cured pork, and most deliciously of all a gooey sweet from the shop we had passed by earlier. The very taste of it brought back pieces of such pleasant memories. All the while I was helping to carry the supplies about. By the time we were heading back, Alred was carrying two additional sacks, one filled with wrapped meats and another ladened with wheat flour. Meanwhile, I was carrying bundles and bags of dried fruits and fresh vegetables. Everything he would need to feed Almar and his family for another few days or so.
Alred turned to me as we made our way out of the marketplace and back towards the manor. “That was quite a pleasant day,” he said cheerily. “Wouldn’t you say?”
I nodded as I shifted the bags I was carrying in my arms. “I am hopeful that Almar has not noticed my absence,” I admitted, the worry creeping back as we walked. “If so we may be able to make a habit of this.”
Alred nodded as we rounded a corner, the din of the city growing louder as we walked. “In any case, I am glad I was able to make amends. I truly felt guilty at having rebuffed your concerns. My own worry should not have clouded my judgment and caused me to-” Alred suddenly looked up as he appeared to notice something in the distance. I looked as well as I realized there was a boisterous shouting in the distance. Ahead of us, a crowd was gathered, their murmurs overshadowed by a singular voice shouting in their center; a very familiar, very angry voice.
My blood ran cold as I heard his words over the noise of the crowd. “I Send You To Find MY LOST OUTSIDER And You Return With This Failure Of A General!?”
The shouting stopped as it sounded like someone was answering in a much quieter tone. I turned to Alred, my fears quickly rising to the surface as he too stopped in his tracks. “We cannot go that way,” I whispered. “Almar will see us.”
Alred muttered reluctantly as he craned his neck and scanned the crowd ahead. “They’re gathered in front of the manor,” he whispered back. “There is no other way.”
I cursed our misfortune as Almar’s voice rang out over the crowd once more. “I Don’t Care If He Promised The Other One! I Sent You Out With One Mission In Mind And You Blew It!”
I cursed under my breath as I glanced at the crowd ahead. It was a rather dense gathering. “Perhaps we can slip by?” I wondered aloud.
Alred looked ahead and his emotions shifted to deep contemplation. “Perhaps,” he echoed. He then turned to me as a stern expression came across his face. “If we are spotted, stay silent and allow me to do the talking. If we are found he demands answers from you, just repeat what I’ve already told him. Most importantly, we did not spend a moment outside of performing tasks on his behalf. Understand?”
I nodded just in time for Almar to shout once more. “It Is His Fault For Being Captured In The First Place!”
Alred nodded in turn before continuing forward, keeping his head ducked low. I followed suit as I tried to cover my face. As we got closer, I finally began making out the voice of the one Almar was berating. “-completed this venture into orcish territory with a recovered asset.”
This time, I heard Almar scoff before he continued shouting. “And What Of The Cannons They Lost, Hmmm? Have You Any Idea How To Recover Those? Do You Even Know Where They Are?”
We were close enough now that I could peek through the heads of the crowd into the center. Indeed, the space in front of the manor gate was packed with people, all of them watching the scene unfold. There was Almar, near the gate in what passed for his regal wear. Even they could barely hide his rotund appearance. In front of him, occupying the other side of the space was a group of about fifty black-clad individuals, one of whom was standing beside a very worn and weathered-looking elf. My eyes grew wide as I realized this was the Vulen person Almar had spoken of so many weeks ago. I vaguely recognized the black-clad individual standing next to him, but only because I had been offered to him not but a few days ago. The memory brought back the feelings of despair I had been experiencing ever since.
The individual had a vexed but professional air about him as he replied to Almar’s screaming. “There are four known Armories in the city of Snakhagr,” he stated. “One of which could be infiltrated with relative ease. The other three have since had their entrance procedures changed. We will need to return at a later date and utilize the Mover’s Tokens and the Skeleton’s Key.”
Almar growled again as he gestured angrily at the black-clad elf. “What If They Have Moved My Weapons Into That Damned Asylum Of Theirs!?” He bellowed.
“Institute,” The black-clad elf corrected.
“I SARDING KNOW WHAT IT SARDING IS!” Shouted Almar, causing the elf to purse his lips angrily. “I Don’t Need Correction From The Likes Of You, Eltaor!”
Alred cleared his throat, drawing my attention. I felt myself blush as I realized I had stopped to gawk at the scene. He gestured with his head, indicating we should move quickly. I nodded as we crept through the crowd and towards the manor’s gate. Fortunately, the crowd was also clustered in front of the gate, between us and Almar. I felt my heart pounding in my ears as we kept our heads low and squeezed past all the observers. All the while, Almar continued to berate the Elites. “My Father Didn’t Choose You To Retrieve Replaceable Failures. Let Alone One That Was Foolish Enough To Attack Their Fexting Capital! I Should Have You Thrown In Chains For Your Failures.”
“Lord Almar, Please.” This was a new voice. I glanced and saw the elf in tattered attire step forward, gesturing insistently. “I have served the house of Ianpetor for decades now. Surely one misstep is not reason enough to toss me aside.”
I heard Almar scoff just as Alred and I arrived at the gate. I was tempted to remain behind and watch the scene unfold but I was also- Alred pulled at the door within the larger gate, expecting it to swing open, but all the happened was a loud clunk that was barely audible over Almar’s next shout. “NO COMMANDER OF MINE WOULD BE FOOLISH ENOUGH TO STRIKE AT THE ORCISH HEARTS SO ILL-EQUIPPED!”
My heart sank as Alred pulled at the door, not daring to wrench at it for fear of it drawing attention. It still did not budge. “It is locked!” He whispered frantically, releasing his grip on the handle. “When is this ever locked!?”
I felt my heart pounding in my throat as I turned back to the center of the crowd. The commander had an expression of deep exacerbation “Surely the replacement you’ve chosen is not more competent than I,” he insisted angrily. “He looks no more prepared than a Eunuch on his wedding day.”
The silence that followed told me that the person he was gesturing to had chosen not to respond. Almar did so in his place. “Yet here you stand; a commander stripped of his armor and weapons. The results of his own incompetence.”
I saw the elf in tattered garb grit his teeth angrily. “Then Let Me Prove Myself!” He practically shouted. A murmur rippled through the crowd, accompanied by a wave of tense and shocked emotions. I couldn’t see Almar’s expression from this angle, but he appeared intrigued, with the way he hesitated. The once commander pointed to an elf that stood beside Almar, presumably his replacement. “I challenge him to a duel. Victor keeps the position.”
The murmurs grew louder as people started to back away, shrinking the gap between each person. Alred and I were suddenly pressed to the gate, holding us in place as Almar appeared to consider the proposal. I turned to Alred in a desperate plea for help. “What are we going to do!?” I whispered, practically begging for a way out of this.
Alred scanned the crowd for a way out, but they must have been closing too fast because he shook his head as he turned back to the center of the group, which was now widening into an impromptu fighting ground. “I suspect we will be facing the inevitable soon,” he said solemnly.
I felt a pit growing in my stomach as I turned to watch the unfolding spectacle. I prayed that things would not turn south today. At the center, Almar was looking about, measuring the reaction of the crowd. Everyone knew what he would do next, but he likely saw this as a signal that they wanted to see it happen. For once, Almar’s voice did not thunder as he appeared to chuckle to himself. “You place such faith in your own skill?” He asked, taunting the disgraced commander.
The elf glanced at his replacement yet again, sizing him up. The elf in question had a terrified expression on his face and what I could hear of him over the crowd around me reflected his terrified state. The once commander finally nodded as he turned back to Almar. “I could subdue him with nothing but a dagger,” he growled. “This soldier is not worthy of the duties you’ve given him.”
Almar appeared pleased at the idea and turned to address the crowd. I hid my face as his eyes trailed over me and Alred and merely listened to his declaration. “Let It Not Be Said That Almar Is Without Mercy!” he shouted. I bit the inside of my cheek as I knew that to be untrue. “This Soldier Has Returned From A Long Absence, Finding That His Position Has Been Filled By Another. To Determine Who Is Worthy To Be The City’s Commander, They Shall Fight For Our Entertainment.”
Another murmur washed through the crowd as the space within was widened further, lessening the number of people between me and Almar. I clutched the bundles of food tightly hoping Almar would not gaze this way. Almar then produced an ornate brass dagger, likely an heirloom that he had no intention of keeping. “Show Us Your Prowess, Vulen,” he spat as the dagger was tossed surreptitiously at the elf. The blade clattered and skittered along the ground before being snatched up again by the tatter-clad elf.
Vulen glared deliberately at his replacement as he examined his weapon carefully. The new commander, in contrast, continued to carry the same terrified expression. He clumsily drew the sword that was sheathed at his side and held it between him and Vulen. “You don’t have to do this,” he said, either trying to be intimidating or asking for mercy.
Vulen’s expression was one of contempt as he stared at the elf before him. “You have no idea,” he growled in response.
Almar chuckled as he too took a step back and drew a strange stick from his robes. “Begin on my mark,” he called, pointing the object at the sky. I found myself holding my breath as Vulen brandished the dagger, preparing for whatever Almar was about to do. Almar allowed a hush to fall over the crowd, everyone waiting for the gruesome spectacle that was surely about to unfold. A grotesque smile sprouted from Almar’s face as he finally shouted “BEGIN!” and the device in his hand twitched, letting out a thunderous BANG and spitting a puff of noxious smoke.
In an instant, Vulen had dashed forward; covering the distance between him and his opponent in no time at all. The replacement barely had time to twist his sword before Vulen brought the hilt of the dagger slamming into the side of his head, throwing him to the ground in a clatter of metal and meat. The replacement did his best to roll into an upright position but his movements were clumsy and slow. This allowed Vulen to dash forward again and punt the sword from his grasp; sending it spinning towards the gate and causing the crowd to back away in haste. The blade crashed into the base of the gate with an equally rattling CLANG, stopping inches from where Alred and I stood, now at the edge of the expanding fight ground. Almar scowled at the swift display of skill and precision as he turned to the replacement that was just now scrambling to his feet. “You Useless Ingrate!” He bellowed angrily. “What Manner Of Fighting Is That!?”
Vulen tossed the dagger from his left hand to his right as he stared down at his disoriented opponent. “My Reason Precisely,” he growled. “A Random Nobody From The West Is Not Fit To Command Your Armies, My Lord.” Vulen then pointed the blade at the discarded sword. “There Are Towering Monsters To The East That Would Slay Him For A Mistake Such As That, Not Including The Orcs. He Is Unworthy Of The Position Bestowed Upon Him.”
Almar scowled as he turned to glance at the discarded sword. I quickly turned away and hid my face once more as I prayed he had not noticed us yet. It sounded as if he didn’t as he spat reluctantly. “Fine,” he growled, causing me to turn to the spectacle once more. “You have earned your position.” He then glanced at the once replacement with a look of utter contempt. “Pathetic,” he growled, turning and marching towards the fallen sword. I felt my heart leap into my throat as his eyes trailed over before locking onto me and Alred. For a moment, I hoped he hadn’t recognized me then I heard a wave of rage wash over me as Almar’s face twisted into a snarl. “Chameleon!” he barked, changing direction and practically charging at me. “There You Are, You Little Rat!” I clutched the bundles of food tightly as I felt fearful tears welling up. I felt the wave of rage grow to a roaring cascade as Almar stopped inches from my face. “I’ve Ordered You To Not Leave The Manor Without My Express Permission! Where Have You Been!?” I felt my tongue freeze in my mouth, unable to respond, desperately trying to think of an excuse.
“It was at my request, my lord,” Alred stated firmly. In my panic, I had almost forgotten about his promise. Almar turned and glared up at him, forgetting about me as well. “I wished to better serve you and asked one of the servants to help me. She seemed most knowledgeable about your culinary palette.” He then turned and reached into one of the bundles in my arms and pulled out a parchment-covered parcel. “I’ve heard you favor the taste of honey,” he said as he held out the wrapped object. I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I wracked my brain to remember what was in that particular bag but to no avail.
Almar scowled at Alred as he snatched the mysterious bundle from his grasp. “I’ve never tasted honey,” he growled. “You are meant to cook what I want and nothing more. Your excuses are not going to dismiss this disobedience. What’s more, honey cannot be wrapped.”
I glanced at Alred, Almar’s rage overshadowing all other emotions around me. I expected him to look terrified, but he maintained an expression of calm as he gestured at the package. “Then I urge you to try what is wrapped in there. I’m almost certain you’ll enjoy it.” Almar sneered angrily at Alred before examining the item in his hand. He began to tear at it angrily before Alred calmly warned him “Be careful. There is more than one piece in there.” Almar glared at Alred again before continuing to work at the wrapping, moving slower this time. My heart continued to hammer away as Almar finally opened the wrappings enough to reveal a mass of amber-colored chips, each one sticking together gently.
Almar turned and glared at Alred again. “What is this?” he spat, his rage lessening and being replaced with confusion. Alred didn’t reply verbally, merely gestured at the bundle in a motion for him to try for himself. Almar grumbled annoyedly as he grabbed a chip and snapped it free before breaking a piece off into his mouth. The crunch and growl of Almar was all I could focus on for what felt like an eternity. After a moment, Almar swallowed, his face maintaining his annoyed expression as before. His emotions, however, were shifting to a calmer state. I could now hear Alred’s own emotions of panic and apprehension. Almar turned to the pair of us, eyeing me in particular. “You suggested this?” He growled, holding up the amber-colored chip.
I nodded quickly, Alred’s words echoing in my mind. “I was asked to help,” I managed to whimper.
Almar’s expression remained unchanged as he turned to glare at Alred. He looked to be thinking angrily, his face practically burning with the exertion. He finally muttered again as he popped the rest of the chip into his mouth. “You should have informed me of this,” he growled, not admitting he liked the treat.
Alred nodded, putting on a relieved expression as his emotions churched in apprehensive turmoil. “I thought the surprise would be welcome,” he explained simply. “I can inform you of any future errands I might borrow her for, if you would allow it.”
Almar muttered reluctantly as he reached into the parcel and pulled out another amber chip and shoved it into his mouth. “Does it need to be her?” he growled, practically spraying fragments of the food he was chewing. “She is more valuable at my manor.”
Alred put on an air of thought as I heard his emotions let out a fearful breath. “I believe she is uniquely equipped to judge what you may or may not favor,” he finally replied. “She has spent substantial time at your side, as I have been told.”
Almar glared at Alred for a moment before glancing at me, shoving another fistful of sweet chips into his face. My heart continued to pound as I felt his eyes bore into me with a subdued rage. Mercifully, Almar finally gestured dismissively as he turned and finally bent to retrieve the fallen sword. “Very well,” he grumbled. “Just make sure you inform me of any trips you make in the future,” he said, pointing at Alred with the sharpened metal. “Do not make me regret the wager Vaquen and I made.”
Alred put on a wide smile, finally reflective of the wave of relief I heard flowing from him. “I will be sure not to disappoint,” he said cheerily. Almar nodded and grumbled angrily as he turned and wobbled back to the center of the quickly dispersing crowd, shoving the sword into the hands of the reinstated commander before digging into the bag of sweets once more.
I let out a sigh of relief as I felt a wave of relief wash over me. “Thank you,” I sighed, turning to Alred. “I felt as if my heart would burst.”
Alred let out a relieved sigh of his own as he turned back to the gate, likely hoping it would miraculously be unlocked again. “You can thank Lady Vaquen for that,” he said as he tried the door again. It rattled once more, unmoving to the attempts at entry. He sighed as he raised his hand in a fist and banged on the door. “She is even more articulate than I.”
I nodded as I craned my neck and tried to look over the wooden gate to the manor. The house atop the hill was naturally the most regal of all buildings in the city and the wall surrounding it had guards posted to ensure none unwanted would try to enter. I did not know any that would hold the key to the gate save for- I turned to try and see if Almar would have the gate opened for us, but he was gone, along with the black-clad figures and the two elves that had just brawled. It was a wonder that Almar had disappeared so quickly, what with his overall physique. I felt a feeling of despair for a moment before a loud clank sounded from the gate and the door within swung open, revealing one of the guards.
He scanned me and Alred with a skeptical eye. “You are some of the servants?” he asked skeptically.
Alred nodded as he gestured at the bags of food draped over his shoulder. “I am the new chef. I don’t believe I have seen you before.”
The guard shook his head as he opened the gate, nodding towards me as he gestured us inside. “I recognize the nymph from the balcony,” he explained. I felt a flush of embarrassment as Alred and I stepped in and the guard closed and locked the door behind us.
Alred turned towards the guard as he gestured at the now steadfast door. “Is there a key I can acquire so that I do not disrupt the patrols again?” He asked, almost apologetically.
The guard put on an equally apologetic expression as he shook his head. “None that I am privy to,” he admitted.
Alred let out an exasperated sigh as he adjusted the bags on his shoulder. “Is there anyone I can ask?” He pressed, putting on the same air that he had used when talking to Almar. “I may require supplies at inopportune moments and it would ease me greatly to know I am not at risk of being locked out of the Manor.”
The guard scratched the back of his neck nervously. “You could ask the captain,” he suggested. “He is in charge of our routes and schedules.”
Alred nodded as I felt his emotions return to a more natural state. “Thank you,” he said gratefully. “I’ll be sure to cook for the guards to enjoy.”
At the mention of food, the guard perked up a bit. “If it’s any better than the usual slop, we’ll take it,” he said, his bubbling emotions betraying the still stern expression he carried.
Alred nodded before turning to me and gesturing with his head towards the manor. “Come. I think this day has earned us some further respite.” he sighed. “I expect Almar will want some cooked meat once he returns.” I nodded as we began to climb the hill towards the manor. The sun was beginning to dip low in the sky and I felt a sense of giddy satisfaction. Today had been a good day.