Vhalar 29, Arc 719
The Mortalborn was sitting in one of the two comfortable armchairs in front of the fireplace, in his salon, a book in his lap and a glass of wine that he occasionally took a sip from on the table in front of him when he heard a knock on the door. Furrowing his brow fractionally, he closed the book – a volume on Videnese mythology – and exclaimed, “Enter!”
A moment later, Elias, his Etzori servant, walked into the room. The human, brown-haired and brown-eyed and in his late thirties, bowed deeply before he stepped aside so that Doran could see the woman that stood behind him. She was human as well, but approximately ten arcs younger than Elias, with curly dark hair, freckled skin and relatively short.
While Elias was dressed in livery, being the servant of a man of considerable wealth, the woman wore a simple white blouse and a warm red skirt that came down to nearly her ankles.
“Sir”, Elias spoke. “Miss Hawkins has read your ad and would like to apply for a job as a maid.”
Doran looked at the woman, raising an eyebrow slightly. The woman looked at him. When Elias nudged her slightly, she blushed and immediately curtsied – somewhat awkwardly, he observed. Apparently, she wasn’t used to doing such. While he valued etiquette, he didn’t care about it nearly as much as some of his colleagues though – there were other things that far more important than knowing how to curtsy in his opinion.
Besides, she could always learn later on.
He inclined his head, smiling very lightly, before he gestured for her to sit down in the chair opposite of him. “Very well then, Miss Hawkins”, he spoke. “I’ve been looking for another servant quite urgently as Elias cannot take care of this place alone in the long run. I’d like to ask you a few questions first though, if you don’t mind.”
“Of … of course, sir”, she replied, somewhat nervously, before she did as she had been told.
The Mortalborn was sitting in one of the two comfortable armchairs in front of the fireplace, in his salon, a book in his lap and a glass of wine that he occasionally took a sip from on the table in front of him when he heard a knock on the door. Furrowing his brow fractionally, he closed the book – a volume on Videnese mythology – and exclaimed, “Enter!”
A moment later, Elias, his Etzori servant, walked into the room. The human, brown-haired and brown-eyed and in his late thirties, bowed deeply before he stepped aside so that Doran could see the woman that stood behind him. She was human as well, but approximately ten arcs younger than Elias, with curly dark hair, freckled skin and relatively short.
While Elias was dressed in livery, being the servant of a man of considerable wealth, the woman wore a simple white blouse and a warm red skirt that came down to nearly her ankles.
“Sir”, Elias spoke. “Miss Hawkins has read your ad and would like to apply for a job as a maid.”
Doran looked at the woman, raising an eyebrow slightly. The woman looked at him. When Elias nudged her slightly, she blushed and immediately curtsied – somewhat awkwardly, he observed. Apparently, she wasn’t used to doing such. While he valued etiquette, he didn’t care about it nearly as much as some of his colleagues though – there were other things that far more important than knowing how to curtsy in his opinion.
Besides, she could always learn later on.
He inclined his head, smiling very lightly, before he gestured for her to sit down in the chair opposite of him. “Very well then, Miss Hawkins”, he spoke. “I’ve been looking for another servant quite urgently as Elias cannot take care of this place alone in the long run. I’d like to ask you a few questions first though, if you don’t mind.”
“Of … of course, sir”, she replied, somewhat nervously, before she did as she had been told.
