<br/>Victor Pollock (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82816.msg3659716#msg3659716) – Carrying on the Days Rituals.<br/><br/>Victor was busy in the kitchen, a spot of teas in one hand and a ledger book in the other. He’d made sure that the shipment of hay was paid for, wages tallied, feed ordered on its usual credit, and the final butcher’s bill for the  Christmas party properly settled already, and there was still so much to do. He was glad to have done his lord’s shoes earlier in the morning, or he wouldn’t have got to them at all. Even more glad to have completed the house in time for such early guests!<br/><br/>“They get the smell of holiday taint, and it makes them right anxious” he muttered before he took a slow sip of his tea. It had cooled down some, which bothered him, but he finished it anyway. Waste not, and whatnot. “And can somebody please tell me where we are with the dungeon!” he screamed out at nobody in particular. Needless to say he was feeling a bit under the gun, as it were. His lord could be a right fair man when it suited him, but this was the bloody Christmas party they were talking about, not some family brunch for shits and giggles. They could stand to make a good amount of coin for advanced orders of the ladies offered during the festivities, and he would make sure a proper price was paid.<br/><br/>He’d noted the movements of the maids out of the corner of his eye. None were lazing about, but he had a mind to oversee a few things anyway. With a few final notes in the ledger, he wrapped it up and took a moment to collect himself. Besides, he knew if he came in too hard and fast, the good Mrs. Hemlock would attempt to see to his castration, rank hath its privileges, but did not protect him in this house if he was in the wrong. He took a moment to conjure up a fascinating thought over using her own tongue against her…that would be a fine show indeed!<br/>