"I'm sorry about Hilda; for some reason, she can be rough since her lady ... I mean, my wife had passed away.  I guess I let myself go too."  He had every intention of being rough and harsh with this new servant girl; but, it didn't seem right.  And after going through his wife's room, he had realized he was not feeling so happy and decided he wanted the company at his table.  I guess you could say he felt lonely.<br/><br/>"I have your second task in my mind.  Sorry I'm making you do it.  But ..."  Drinian looked out into space for a moment, and the tears started gushing.  Regaining his composure, he called Hilda back into the room.<br/><br/>"Hilda, show my new servant to our Lady's old room.  Don't beat her, I like her.  But you know, explain to her that she needs to clean the place and organize it if she is able to make it her own room.  Maybe you could ask her to ... you, know - go through some of the lady's stuff to .. you know, save some memories. Maybe she needs a couple of days to do it.<br/><br/>"If I hear you've intimated her in any way, I'll make you clean my laundry again!"  Hilda just gave a smug look and grabbed the girl.  "Hilda!  She's perfectly capable of walking without your restraint ... young lady, I've never had anyone clean that room yet. Please, take good care of it."