The steward scoffed at Arisa's comment.  "Well if the rumors are true, and I wouldn't know for certain since I only come in when I'm called.  I'm not one of the staff that lives in the house out back, so I don't hear the screaming matches that take place.  But if the rumors are true, it's Mistress Tamilla who is planning on leaving Master Fritz.  That's why he's got me here late, working over the books.  He wants to make sure all of the financials are in order, in case she does try to leave and take as much of his money when she goes."<br/><br/>The steward leaned in and whispered again, "But certainly you've heard those rumors haven't you?  That's why a pretty young maid came to work for master Fritz?  You thought that once she is out of the picture, maybe he'd look for someone new?  Someone who COULD give him an heir?  I know the man is a rumored lech, but certainly there's more to it then that.  All you young women... you... well...  Even if mistress Tamilla does leave him, he'd still be a very wealthy man wouldn't he?  Certainly quite a catch for some poor farm girl willing to spread her slutty little legs, eh?"<br/><br/>Arisa was starting to catch on that 'the incident' wasn't what caused the house to be haunted, not directly anyways.  She'd heard of husbands and wives who drifted apart after the loss of a child, or after a pregnancy that failed to carry.  Such a thing might have been the catalyst that started this whole thing.  But while that was in her mind, she was also aware of the way the steward's attitude had slowly been changing.  When at first he had been nervous and shy, he was starting to get more bold, more forceful.  He was leering at her more openly, and his speech was more brazen.<br/><br/>"I mean," he continued, "I understand, don't think I don't.  Why wouldn't you want a piece of his coin eh?  And if you can get your dirty little peasant cunt filled with some noble cock at the same time, then I'm sure your base desires would love that wouldn't you?  All of you maids are alike, brought in like the filthy whores you are....Eager for noble seed to take root in your wombs...."  He stood up and glowered at her,  "You know, I'm the third son of a noble house, maybe you don't care so much exactly whose noble cock you take?"