hr]<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/Guardian_Druidess.png)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Shara, the Bog-Druid (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=332178.msg15843903#msg15843903)</span></strong></span><br/><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Human Female Druid</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>40<br/><strong>AC:</strong>16<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>12<hr/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=332279.msg15848328#msg15848328">Quote from: Davriel Nox on 09-05-2021, 02:11:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"Remind me... whose idea was it to bring that thing with us?"</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Your grandsire, my lord.  He sent me to my home, because he could not stand the scent of my age."  Her response was quiet and deferential - and almost entirely because he had issued the command to be reminded.  That her speaking up would almost certainly antagonize her master clearly hadn't occurred to her.<br/><br/>Her oblivious, pedantic response to direction had indeed been slavish but had been lacking in the nuances that made a truly valuable slave - but she had been learning, slowly, how to do such things as care for the equipage of her lord and serve at his table.  There was much that made Shara a<em>less than ideal</em>servant, not least of which was her alien perspective, but she had learned to anticipate certain actions and key off of certain intentions - and she had learned in the Old Country that a swift response was the<em>correct</em>response when she heard such cues.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=332279.msg15848328#msg15848328">Quote from: Davriel Nox on 09-05-2021, 02:11:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"As for the plan. I intend to break fast, and <em>then</em> we'll discuss it...</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Without waiting for the dark master to complete his orders, she turned on her heels and quickly approached the bartender. "Food for the master, and quickly if you know what's good for you," she said, quiet but with iron in her words.  Her tone had changed completely, from passive and lunatic to demanding, forceful... and also practiced.  Shara had rehearsed these words, that tone, spoken<em>just so</em>as though an incantation of power.  She'd served more than a few scions of the House when she had been an ignorable menial.  Now that her station had been raised from "lowest sort of slave" to "slave important enough to have the notice of a single scion," she knew it was expected of her to serve him promptly and correctly in this way.<br/><br/>In this, at least, she had seemed to take to her role - and why should she not?  Through death and life again, she knew she would live longer than her lord, and the small, transient moments in this day would matter little in the long run...<br/><br/>Except that her home was broken.<br/><br/>Urgency warred with her nominal complacency on her face, though the reason why would have been difficult to discern, but a gold coin appeared in her hand - double the value of a good meal in normal environs, likely to earn the best possible fare the inn had to offer - and found it's way onto the barkeeps counter.  "Serve him well and quickly, and you will find more in your coffers - unless you have no interest in gold?"