05.Oct.18, 03:06 AM
The fact that Janderian was strict with even his family wasn’t news to F’drel; he’d overheard a few lectures himself. Janderian liked to keep things in the family, but drudges apparently didn’t count as other people so they often heard things meant to be family business. And really, F’drel didn’t have much sympathy for Jalazmar or his cousins. They never got hit at least, and if a meal was taken away it was less of a big deal since they had larger, better meals in the first place. Whatever, F’drel would put it aside for now.
“I am aware, my lord, and I truly appreciate it, and I know they do too,” he admitted. Earlier that summer on one of his visits Ferra had jumped in his arms shrieking they were getting paid, that they were servants now instead of drudges. And that was so important for them, it meant that after a while they could leave if they wanted and have something to live on, as opposed to nothing. He quietly took the folded piece of paper and opened it. The schedule for free time really was quite generous and F’drel wouldn’t believe it was real if he didn’t have his siblings’ word backing it up.
He was hesitant to think there was no price coming in the future for all this generosity, but he didn’t live with these people, and Kelikki seemed to believe them well enough. With a nod to Jalazmar, F’drel folded the schedule back up and put it in a shirt pocket. “Thank you, my lord,” he said, as stiff as his tone ever was with lords, but he picked up his cup and took a sip. He deemed it unlikely the man was poisoning or drugging him at this time. Setting the cup down again, he reassured Jalazmar that there was nothing the man could do. Him doing something to make F’drel ‘more comfortable’ would likely mean wanting to interact with F’drel more often, which he’d rather not if at all possible.
“Really, my lord, it is something I will get used to with time. I don’t think there is anything further you can do, though I do appreciate the schedule.” F’drel took another sip to make sure he didn’t say anything further, like ‘there’s no way you’ll ever convince me you’re not a threat to me and my family.’ Jalazmar probably wouldn’t take that well. Lords hated learning they weren’t capable of everything and anything.
“I am aware, my lord, and I truly appreciate it, and I know they do too,” he admitted. Earlier that summer on one of his visits Ferra had jumped in his arms shrieking they were getting paid, that they were servants now instead of drudges. And that was so important for them, it meant that after a while they could leave if they wanted and have something to live on, as opposed to nothing. He quietly took the folded piece of paper and opened it. The schedule for free time really was quite generous and F’drel wouldn’t believe it was real if he didn’t have his siblings’ word backing it up.
He was hesitant to think there was no price coming in the future for all this generosity, but he didn’t live with these people, and Kelikki seemed to believe them well enough. With a nod to Jalazmar, F’drel folded the schedule back up and put it in a shirt pocket. “Thank you, my lord,” he said, as stiff as his tone ever was with lords, but he picked up his cup and took a sip. He deemed it unlikely the man was poisoning or drugging him at this time. Setting the cup down again, he reassured Jalazmar that there was nothing the man could do. Him doing something to make F’drel ‘more comfortable’ would likely mean wanting to interact with F’drel more often, which he’d rather not if at all possible.
“Really, my lord, it is something I will get used to with time. I don’t think there is anything further you can do, though I do appreciate the schedule.” F’drel took another sip to make sure he didn’t say anything further, like ‘there’s no way you’ll ever convince me you’re not a threat to me and my family.’ Jalazmar probably wouldn’t take that well. Lords hated learning they weren’t capable of everything and anything.