Lady Valerie briefly inspects the rooms, before settling down in a chair.
Nervous, Azril abruptly speaks out of turn; "We-- we hope these accommodations are suitable," He stammers.
Madoc places a hand on his shoulder. It is clearly meant to be a reassuring gesture, but the ugliness of Madoc's face prevents any such message from actually coming across. "That's not our job, lad." He turns to Lady Valerie. "Though of course, my lady, if you do have any complaints we would be more than happy to pass those on."
He quickly shuffles inside, reciting a mumbled litany of thanks, his eyes taking in his surroundings.
Liam appears to have been let into the servants quarters. It is cramped and dimly lit, but well-maintained. Most people are out working right now, so the only other person there is the old man who let him in.
He quickly shuffles inside, reciting a mumbled litany of thanks, his eyes taking in his surroundings.
Liam appears to have been let into the servants quarters. It is cramped and dimly lit, but well-maintained. Most people are out working right now, so the only other person there is the old man who let him in.
He addresses the old man without looking at him. "W-w-would it be okay if I stayed here. For a while, maybe?"
Liam appears to have been let into the servants quarters. It is cramped and dimly lit, but well-maintained. Most people are out working right now, so the only other person there is the old man who let him in.
He addresses the old man without looking at him. "W-w-would it be okay if I stayed here. For a while, maybe?"
