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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Branding Opportunity" data-source="post: 2677885" data-attributes="member: 31812">The Ryn steward sighed loudly and absent-mindedly picked a few pieces of imaginary lint off of the apron he had donned to clean up the mess in his kitchen.  "Of course, lady, I apologize for my outbursts.  I will put a kettle on momentarily and will prepare you a path in your chambers."  With that he crisply turned and purposefully strode over to a large, free-standing cupboard you had acquired a few months ago from a second-hand furniture merchant.  Opening the oak-paneled door, he pulled out a large, copper kettle and headed for the back door.  "I shall go fetch water, if you don't need me for anything else," Faryse muttered, quickly scanning the faces of the assembled group.  Not getting any takers, he nodded and turned to walk to the well.Since relocating to Ceryl, the Ryn had become increasingly frustrated running the household.  At first you had hired a full staff, including a cook and a chamber maid, but the maid had become pregnant and the cook had run off to join the Trenchers.  Manpower was at a premium these days, and good help was hard to find.  Because of this, Faryse had slowly taken over all of the servant responsibilities of the house, something which had not sat particularly well with him.  He never openly complained, mind you, but his true feelings could be easily gleaned by the observant student of human behavior.Most of the houses in the third and fourth circle had indoor plumbling, but here in the second circle, things were still a century or so behind the times.  Most of the homes did not reach over four stories and were still gathered around central squares with their public fountains or wells.  This particular townhouse, built for the younger son of a merchant during the reign of King Grigor Malfast, was solid enough, but lacked many of the amenities found in the richer sections of town.Sergei turned to the gorax, examining the body.  "Hmm, it looks like a good specimen.  I should think we will able to get a good price for his glands and his liver if nothing else.  If someone could help me carry him downstairs it would be much appreciated."  The Kossite turned to Evangeline, "Well, yes, I'm sure you would prefer other work.  But I do what I know, and I know what those sinister alchemists and potion-workers will pay for a healthy specimen like this one.  If you would like to find other work, there's no one stopping you!"He grunted as he began lifting the beast, "So, is anyone gonig to help me here, or do you plan on making me make a vulgar display of the inhuman strength of a Northman?"  Finding this funny, the bone grinder chuckled to himself.</blockquote>

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