Galen just watched silently while the two sisters bonded in their first moments together and then started sauntering away to the stares of all the men, young and old, within fifty yards.  His blue eyes trailed after them as well, taking his time in eyeing up his mistress' sister and comparing the two of them.  There were slight differences that made each amazingly beautiful, and from what little he had been told, he understood that this would be a week that he would never forget.<br/><br/>As he stood there, he heard his counterpart shout after the pair, asking about the bag that he was holding.  Galen looked over at him as the order was given and he gave the man a smile.  He certainly looked the part of a personal servant, though he supposed he did as well, even though parts of him still felt like he should be banging on an anvil and not on the beautiful blonde walking away from him.  Galen returned the smile in earnest as David introduced himself.  "Hello David, I'm Galen.  The Lady Erika's... well, servant.  Sorry, I'm still a bit new to this, I guess.  It's great to meet you too. Do you ever get used to these around your neck?  Yes, let's get a move on."  He hefted the bags a bit higher in his grasp and grinned.  If this competition came down to matched strength of the other man, the former smith felt quite certain that he would bring home a victory to Erika.<br/><br/>The two of them moved swiftly with their mistresses' bags and quickly got ahead of the pair as they took their time boarding and then wandering around the airship.  In the time that Galen had before Erika arrived in her own room, he quickly moved the folded clothes from her bag to the ornate dresser on one side of the spacious bedroom, right next to the gold leaf encircled full length mirror.  He was just putting the finishing touches on them as his mistress swept into the room, appraising it in much the same manner he remembered her appraising him not that long ago.<br/><br/>"Hello Lady Erika.  I trust that the accommodations are everything that you and the Lady Elizabeth expected?"  He was not nearly as practiced in this sort of thing as his counterpart, but he knew enough from his short time as a servant and from his mistress' exacting standards.  Of course, if he was right about exactly what she was looking for when she purchased him, these acts were certainly secondary to others.  That didn't stop him from trying his best, there were definite perks to being owned by the good lady.<br/><br/>Galen stopped what he was doing and turned to face her, standing by the downturned bed.  "Is there anything that I can do for you, Lady Erika?  A glass of wine, perhaps?"