Arriving at the house, there was a definite old, nostalgic feeling.  "It's okay, slave."  Entering the manor, some servants came to the front door.  "Take her bags will you; she is starting in the kitchen, so throw out whatever you guys decided to try to screw up .... I mean cook up."  Drinian had high hopes for this gal; the other servants were completely incapable.<br/><br/>He had not yet learned her name.  And he had to quickly go to his wife's former room to clean it up as best as he could; it was the only room available for his new servant girl.<br/><br/>"I am going to prepare a room with the servants; feel free to throw their food scrap away.  I haven't had a decent meal in days.  Should I come back in an hour to a less than good meal then ... then ... "  (Drinian didn't know what else to say.)  "Then I'll be disappointed and I'll lock you in the room for the rest of the evening."<br/><br/>The simple clothes she wore showed she was definitely feminine, yet strong.  He'd better be careful not to let this one get out of hand.