Rolf Ducan gripped the back of the chair tightly, his eyes darting around the large, intimidating study. He wished that the lord, Don Rossetti, would hurry to see him. Though he knew, from the stories the villagers told, that he shouldnt even be here trying to negotiate with the dark, cruel Don. As he heard the door slam open, Rolf jumped and gripped the chair tightly in his hand. Turning his head, but keeping it down towards the floor out of respect, Rolf watched Don's feet cross the room till they disappeared behind his desk.<br/><br/>"Good morning s-sir.. I came to beg for your forgiveness and your help. I know I am late on my payments for this month.. but I have had an accident that has left me.. incapable of working in my fields. My family will not survive without your help lord Rossetti. I have three daughters and a wife to provide for.. and I cant provide for them without your help s-sir. Please, I am in dire need of your assistance," Rolf begged and pleaded in a hesitant manner.<br/><br/>Slowly, daring to lift his head, Rolf couldn't hold back the horrified gasp that left his lips. Instantly his head snapped back to the desk, staring intently at the dark, polished wood of Don's study desk as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.<br/><br/>Rolf's mind wondered for a brief moment back to his family, wishing he hadn't even dared to come here. Thinking to his most precious daughter, Mila, he mentally shook his head and decided to stand his ground. He couldn't back down now, Mila needed all the help she could get. There was no possible way Mila could make a long trip to find another home, she wouldn't be able to keep up. He knew how stubborn she was on being independent, but they all knew that if they had to leave, Mila wouldn't be able to go with them.<br/><br/>Straightening up to his full height, Rolf turned his head back to face Don, his eyes locking with the lord's. Deep in the depths of his eyes, fear shone through his false courage, but he wouldn't back down. Not now.