Tris turned in surprise at the kind voice. Blinking, she smiled. "I'm the Baron's new ward. He picked me up at an orphanage in Leeds," she explained quietly. Still avoiding his gaze, she added. "Is there something I can help you with, sir?" After all, the Baron didn't like it when she talked to strangers, or customers, unless it was business oriented.<br/><br/>Baron Altamire sat on the stool, eating his meal in peace and warmth. Seeing Tris talking to someone he hadn't seen, he pointed one of his guards in the direction. "Find out what's going on real quick," he ordered quickly. In his mind, anything and everything he owned had to be controlled in every single way. After all, if he failed on that principle, he would lose money, and to a greed such as his, one cent's loss could be viewed as total failure.