If I had met you on some journey.....

[Faith Augustin]

121st Vhalar, 716

She was glad that she was sitting because her hands were shaking. She couldn't hide that fact because she was holding the letter which he had shown her. She put it down on the table and placed her hand atop it, care in each and every slow movement she made. Resting her hand on the parchment and with her emotions in an absolute turmoil, Faith considered that she was not quite sure what to say. Tristan was sitting opposite her, a glass of wine in his hand and a bottle next to him and for the first time since he bought her, she considered asking him for a swig.

But her emotional upheaval was not because of the letter, it was because of his words. Just moments before, Tristan Venora, Lord of his House and her owner had asked her a question. 'Do you want to be freed, Faith?', he had said and she knew that in a way this moment had been inevitable, but yet she wondered how it was that she had never, not for a trill, seen it coming.

Looking down at the one hand on the table, she placed her other hand atop it and entwined her fingers together, her movements slow and deliberate. Breathing in, she lifted her head to look at him and her silver eyes showed the depth of what she was feeling. "I did not know that I could want anything before I met you. I did not dream of freedom or see possibilities for change, before I met you. I just saw myself as what I was, but you taught me different. You taught me better. You showed me that I can be more than I ever thought and for that I will always be grateful to you", she sighed slightly and looked back down at her hands.

And for a moment, just a moment, she was tempted.

Tempted to stay here. Where she was safe and warm, fed and cared for. Tempted to lie to him and tell him what she was sure he wanted to hear. That she wished for nothing more than to stay with him. She wanted to lie to him and she wanted, more than that, to lie to herself. It would be service, she could serve by serving her owner, by serving House Venora and she could live out her life doing so in comfort. Cared for by a man who, she believed, genuinely did care for her and about her, and it would be easy.

But she had to do more.

She had learnt, from a number of times and a range of experiences. Things so massive as the Rynmere Civil War and her part in that, the journey to Ne'haer and the part she played in that, but also from making friends like Lady Elyna, Nir'wei, Aeon and Padraig. From all of those things, she had learnt. That she could make a difference, that she could serve. Truly serve the people of Andaris, of Rynmere, maybe of Idalos if she could. She could make a difference and serve Famula honestly. And it was in that thought that she lived. Because more important to her than anything else was the Immortal that she adored, the Immortal she had to serve with every fibre of her being.

"Yes, Master, I do", she replied, her gaze lifting to his and holding there. "I want to be free to be your friend, to do what I want and need to do and.. yes, Master, I do". She looked at him and did not drop her gaze from him as she waited, hands clasped together and heart beating so loudly in her chest that she felt sure that he could hear it, for him to answer.

[Tristan Venora]

Tristan hated Alistair. He hated him more than anybody else in Idalos right now because he did have a point. Faith was talented, she was loyal, she had integrity, and her potential would be harnessed much better if she were free. As a slave she would never be allowed to go to university. He had hired a tutor for her, but that was not the same. If she were free, she would be allowed to travel, she would be allowed to open her own business, help people, become her own person rather than just somebody’s possession. He knew that she would be better off as a free woman, but it hurt him to even think about what that meant.

How could Alistair call him his beloved cousin and suggest that he let the most important person in his life go at the same time? He had almost burnt the letter. He had almost decided not to show it to her, tell Alistair that he sucked and that he never wanted to talk to him again. He had been tempted to just carry on as normal. He wanted to wake up next to her every morning, talk to her and eat her delicious food, but even as he pictured the two of them together, he could not help but wonder if he would still be able to enjoy it as much if something that important stood between them.

Could he really force her to serve him for the rest of her life, knowing that this was not what was best for her? Could he really be that selfish? For perhaps the first time in his life he was not sure about the answer. He wanted to keep her, but at the same time he wanted her to be happy. So he folded the letter and put it on the kitchen table, dressed in his best suit as if he were going to some sort of funeral and grabbed a bottle of old Venora Red that he had saved for a special occasion. And then he waited for her to come home.

When she finally stepped through the door, he didn’t stand up, but simply told her to come to him and gestured towards the letter. ”Alistair sent me a letter”, he said. ”Read it and tell me what you think.” While she did that he drank more wine, but for the first time ever he didn’t enjoy it. He should have saved the bottle. ”Do you want to be freed, Faith?” he asked, hoping against all odds that she would not, that she would rather be with him. He didn’t manage to look her in the eye. Instead he stared into his glass, wishing that this were all just a bad dream. He wanted to kill Alistair for making him realize that Faith needed to be free. How could his cousin make such demands when he had never done anything for him?

And then she said it. She wanted to be free, and he realized that that wish was at least in part his fault. Her words confirmed it. She had been born a slave, and up until he had bought her she had never questioned her life. But he had allowed her to do things that few other people would allow a slave to do. He had allowed her to learn, to travel, to go on adventures, he had dressed her like a princess. She had gotten to know nobles and even the king. She had changed because of him. Maybe if he had … but he could never have kept her in chains, forced her to stay in the house, serve him all trial long and punish her if she didn’t obey.

He didn’t reply immediately, but just reached for her hand and held it because it might be the last time he would ever be able to touch her. ”Faith”, he finally said and looked at her. His heart seemed to beat so loudly that it drowned out all other sounds ”Would you really still be there for me if I freed you? Or would you leave immediately and never think about me again? Tell me, Faith, did you share my bed all those months because you wanted me or because you felt that it was something that you had to do as my slave? You’ve become somebody important to me. I care about you, more than I care about anybody, and I can’t imagine life without you anymore …”

He broke off abruptly and shook his head before he straightened himself. There was no point in delaying the inevitable. ”You’ll need money. And of course you’ll be allowed to keep all your clothes. Seven! I don’t even know how to free a slave! Are there some sort of official guidelines that I have to follow or do I just tell you that you are free and that’s it? And what about your slave marks? I’m not sure if they can be removed.”

He realized that he was babbling and not giving her an opportunity to react to his questions, so he stopped. He knew that he should be happy because he was doing the right thing, but instead he felt like Veljorn had probably felt when he had realized that Elyna would kill him. Desperate.

[Faith Augustin]

121st Vhalar, 716

Her fingers entwined in his and she held on to him with an almost desperate need in that moment. It was terrifying for her, for them both she knew, but for such very different reasons. Her heart had jumped into her throat and as she sat there with him her thoughts were akin to leaves in a whirlwind, whipping around and nigh on impossible to catch. But she forced herself to focus on his words, on his questions and she tried to answer them. She could not answer everything that he threw at her, so she breathed in and focused on the most important ones of all.

"I" her hands left empty once more, started worrying at each other and she breathed in before replying "I have to leave, or I might never leave. I know that makes no sense. But I would never abandon you, I owe you so much." It was not an easy question that he asked about her sharing his bed because, in truth, she did not know the answer. She had no experience before him, she had nothing with which to compare their relationship, but there were fundamentals which she could go back to, and it was there that she returned. "I will always be there for you. Always. I can not imagine my life without you, and I pray to every Immortal listening that I do not have to. You will never lose me from your life." She knew that she could say that because it was the absolute truth.

In fairly typical form for him, Tristan then went into a different sort of mode, like he had to organise and she watched him with pain in her heart as she realised what this was doing to him "I have to go", she said and she stood, hands clasped together "I'm sorry, I am, but right now I have to go. I can't. I will be back in the morning. We can arrange what we need to, then. I just... I am sorry, but I have to go" She stood, stepping forward and she put both her hands in his "I don't want money, although the clothes would be helpful, thank you. I can manage, and I will manage, but I just need to know that when I come back in the morning you will let me in. You will let me help you and let me be in your life." She had so much more that she wanted to say, but if she spoke more now then her words would betray her, tears would fall and she would crumble. She could not do that. She must not do that.

Standing up on tip toes, she leant forward and kissed him, just once. She hoped it told more than her words managed and for a moment she lingered, then pulled away, hands from his and she stepped backwards from him "My first kiss as a free woman will always be yours now. I have somewhere I can go tonight, I will be back in the morning but I have to go. I'm.. I have to. Thank you, so much. For all of it, thank you." If she did not leave, now, he would see her cry and she had no wish for that, it would be hideously unfair and so she turned and walked, calmly out. She made sure that, as she walked, her back was straight and her steps calm so that he knew that she was alright. Once outside, that would be a different thing but she had to leave, now, or she would just fall apart.

~~~

True to her word, the next morning at the time that he would normally be waking there was a gentle tap on the door and she waited outside for him to answer. If he did and if he let her in, she would go about cooking his breakfast, as she usually did, handing him the steaming mug which usually greeted him in the morning. Whilst she cooked, her hands occupied with that, she spoke in her usual quiet tones "How are you? Did you sleep? I thought we could work out how to do this. I can't leave you to fend for yourself, so we either need to think about hiring a maid, or buying another slave or I could teach you, if you wanted."

[Tristan Venora]

For a moment, as she said that she would always be there for him, he actually believed her. He believed that they could still have a future together, that it would be better than what they had now because they would be equals and not master and slave. They would be able to accomplish so many things together. He looked into her eyes – he remembered how surprised he had been that anybody could have eyes like these when he had first seen her – and asked her, “Will you promise me? Will you promise me that this is not the end?”

His heart seemed to break in two. He wasn’t used to feeling like that, to being so emotional. He had never felt that way before. It confused him, and he just wanted it to go away again. Judging by the way she looked at him, she wasn’t feeling much differently about it. So why were they doing this? Why did she insist on being free, and why had he agreed to free her? Had they both turned into masochists? By the Seven, he hoped not!

“I understand”, he said as she told him that she had to go. He was indeed beginning to understand, a little. If she stayed with him, nothing would ever change, in both of their lives. She would never be able to grow, to become more than what she was now, and he would never be able to find out if she could have been more than just his possession, a friend or perhaps a lover. “But you’ll take my money. And if you don’t take it voluntarily, I’ll force you to take it. I have a sword. And Mistral. Mistral is dangerous!” Almost against his will he smiled. Good old Mistral. He wondered if the cat would miss Faith or happily take his old place in his bed back when she was gone, as if nothing had ever happened.

“I will always let you in”, he told her. As she leaned forward to kiss him, he wrapped his arms around her for a moment as if he were about to drown and she was the only thing that could possibly save him before he let go again. She had said that she had somewhere to go that night. Had she … had she planned that? Did she have someone somewhere, another man? He pondered the question for a moment, and then he firmly shook his head. No, she wasn’t like that, and he hated himself for even entertaining that thought!

---

He let her in immediately as she knocked. Up until that moment he had not been sure if she would come back, despite her promise. “I didn’t get much sleep”, he admitted as he sat down at the kitchen table and accepted the mug from her. She could see that he had dark circles under his eyes, and his hair was dishevelled, but he was at least wearing fresh clothes. Mistral, the cat, was sitting on the kitchen cupboard and staring at her. He had just been about to try and take the house over again and wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do now that she had returned.

“I’ve been thinking. I want to explain something to you, and please don’t interrupt me.” Tristan took a deep breath. “I didn’t only free you because of Alistair, but because I wanted to do it, because I love you and you mean the world to me. You don’t keep the people that you love as slaves. It took me some time to realize that, longer than it should have. And I know that you need time to think about what you want to do with your life now and what this new freedom means, but if you ever want to come home again, you are more than welcome to do so.”

He broke off and took a sip because he needed something to calm him down, something to focus on. “I’m not going to ask you where you stayed – it’s none of my business anymore – but can you promise me that it is safe there? I don’t want you to sleep on the street or in some sort of poorhouse and get robbed – or worse. I can rent you a room at an inn until you have found a place of your own – or even buy you a house if it’s necessary. I don’t know what to do with all my nels anyway …”

“Speaking of nels”, he continued. “Alistair promised me the 275 nels I paid for you. I don’t want the money. You are going to get it. I know that you said you don’t want my money, but it’s not really mine. It’s Alistair’s. As for buying another slave, I’m not sure. Wouldn’t it be weird for you? I can’t imagine that I’ll care about them as much as I care about you. Maybe we should start with a maid. I want it to be somebody I know though. I don’t think I could stand a stranger in my house right now. And I should learn to cook.”

He shook his head.

“Seven, I’ll probably accidentally burn the house down, and then I will have to live on the street or in Granny Ebony’s house which isn’t much better. That woman is terrible!”

[Faith Augustin]

Her silver eyes did not waver as he asked her to promise and she looked at him with absolute certainty in her gaze "I don't know what shape it will be. I don't know that. But I know that this is not the end. I promise you that without pause." They clung to each other for a brief few trills and, had he shared the analogy about drowning, she would have understood it completely. But equally, she knew, if she stayed then they would never be anything other than what they were and Faith knew that they could be more. What would that mean, how would it look, what would their relationship actually be? She didn't know the answer to any of those questions, but she knew that it was not, absolutely and completely not, the end.

~~
In the morning, as he answered the door, she felt her heart go out to him, he looked absolutely terrible. Like he hadn't slept, his hair was ruffled and he told her that he needed to say something. She nodded and sat opposite him, listening with an earnest gaze as he spoke to her. His words left her reeling, her hands clasped together to stop them from worrying at each other. After he had spoken, she was quiet for a moment, trying to make sense of it all in her head and her heart. She had not slept the night before, either, although one missed night was not as big an issue for her as it was for him. Still, should he look then the signs were there. Holding on to her emotions, she remained calm as she spoke in response to him, although her smile at the thought of him living with Granny Ebony was genuine and she knew that his opionion of her was genuine, albeit laced with the love of family.

"That's a lot to take in", she explained as she tried to get her thoughts in order "Thank you for explaining that to me, it must have been difficult to say. But just the knowledge that I can come back, that means the world to me, it really does." Her expression spoke the truth of her words and Faith reached across and took his hand in a brief squeeze before letting it go and moving on again, determined to deal with things with clear and honest words. "Before I left I told you I had somewhere to go. I knew I did, I was just not entirely sure where I meant. I have made friends, people I could go to, I knew that. Once I got outside I realised that I didn't know where Aeon or Nir'wei actually live, although I can figure it out based on their jobs. But that left Lady Elyna and mister Padraig. I wasn't sure whether Lady Elyna would be at her home here in town or on the outskirts, so I went to mister Padraig's house. He is letting me stay with him, he is a friend. I am safe there and nothing is happening between us. You are still the only man I have ever laid with and you are likely to be for a long time. I just..."

The pause was a long one as Faith tried to make sense of what she was going to say and tried to untwist it all in her mind. But in truth, she was as naive as it was possible to be in terms of emotions and how to express them; until him she had not even really considered that she could or should have them. "I love you too. I know I do. But I don't know what kind of love it is, whether it is like siblings, friends or lovers. It is all just so overwhelming that I can not make sense of it. So I need space to understand who I am and what I feel. But I love you too, and I will not let you starve or burn the house down." She owed him an enormous debt of gratitude, there was no doubting it, and she would not abandon him, not at all.

"So, I suggest two things", she gave him a smile as she thought of something else "Maybe three. Firstly, I will come here every trial for as long as needed, I can teach you to cook and we can work together at getting a maid or whatever you want to do. Deal?" That was fairly easy, she supposed, of the things that they needed to work out "Secondly, we can discuss nells but, Master, are they in this house? If your house burnt down would you lose all your money? You should really consider putting them in the bank, you know. It is a little bit sensible, but equally, you are much more sensible these trials and we can keep it a secret", her smile was teasing, because the conversation about nells was going to be difficut, she did not doubt "I should at least pay you back the money that you paid for me. It is.. do you not realise what an amazing gift you are giving me?" Oh, and there they were, she thought with irritation, the tears which she had thus far managed to contain but which she could not say she had conquered. She looked up at him with tears glistening in her eyes as she spoke the simple truth "You are giving me the chance to be a person. To serve of my own free will and to take responsibility for that service. It is the most wonderful gift and I will forever be in your debt." There was no doubting the truth of her words.

"So, I really don't feel that it is right that I take your money too. You have spent so much on me on the clothes and shoes and make up, I feel that I should be paying you back the money you spent, not taking more off you. I don't want to argue, what should we do?" She shot him a grin suddenly, a wicked idea popping into her head. Standing up she moved over to where he kept a small pot with odds and ends and, from there, she pulled out a copper nell. "We could toss a coin?" He liked a good game of chance, she knew and just maybe this would be the kind of thing that he would appreciate.

[Tristan Venora]

“But it needed to be said”, Tristan replied and allowed her to take his hand. For a moment he just sat held it before he too let go again and sat up straighter. “We are idiots, aren’t we, Faith?” he asked and laughed because it had just occurred to him how completely ludicrous the situation was. “We are both nearly crying when we should be happy. This is probably the best thing that has ever happened to you, and I finally did something that wasn’t completely selfish. I gave you the chance to choose your own destiny, and look at our faces! You could think that somebody died!” He shook his head incredulously. The realization made him feel a little better about freeing her and letting her go, but there was still an unpleasant tightness in his chest.

As she informed him that she had spent the night at her tutor’s house, he felt a brief twinge of jealousy and immediately chided himself for it, because he didn’t want to be that kind of man. It was stupid. It also didn’t feel good. He’d rather be happy for her that she had a friend that she felt safe with. As she told him that he was still the only man he had ever laid with, he just nodded because he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say. Thank you? When had he started caring about how many people somebody slept with anyway? He used to spend most of his free time in the House of Roses! It was totally absurd.

Maybe he’d finally gone mad. Maybe love was a form of madness. Yes, he decided, that had to be it. He was a madman that felt like crying when he freed a slave, and soon he’d start dancing naked in the street or believe that he was an Immortal and demand that people worship him! Actually, being an Immortal would be kind of nice …

“I will give you the space you need”, he said, focusing on her again. He was surprised at his own words. When had he become so mature and sensible? He really needed to do something about it! “And I’d like to finally meet your tutor. I should probably thank him that he let you in and helped you.” That, he decided, was much better than being jealous. “And we have a deal”, he said because he didn’t have much of a choice if he didn’t want to starve. Maybe he could persuade one of the girls from the House of Roses to become his maid – or hire a mercenary from the arena to clean his house and dress him in a maid outfit? The thought made him grin. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

“I don’t trust the bank”, he informed her in a very matter-of-fact tone as she asked him if his money was in the house. “I’ve hidden it really well. Not even that terrible woman that wanted my thumbs and my manhood found it. Although she did take Peake”, he said, referring to that trial when Yana had broken into his house and stolen his masterpiece. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever manage to make such an amazing sculpture again. “Tell me, Faith, what do you really think about the fact that I make naked sculptures of people?” he wanted to know. “Now that you aren’t a slave anymore, you can be honest with me!”

“Anyway, I’ll go to the bank, but only if you promise that you will never tell anybody about it!” he decided because he realized that hiding thousands of nels in his house was a little stupid. He wanted to say more when he noticed that she was crying. He handed her a handkerchief, a nice lacy one that he had taken from his grandmother when he had last visited Sabaissant and would touch her arm if she allowed it. " It isn't easy even though it should be a reason to celebrate, isn't it?" he asked.

“Being free is only great as long as you can buy something to eat”, he informed her and crossed his arms over his chest. He could be just as stubborn, and if he had to he would sit here all trial long and wear her out until she took his money out of sheer despair!

And then she came up with a solution, and his eyes lit up. “Let’s toss a coin!” he agreed and took the copper nel. “Heads – you win. Tails – I win.” Having that said, he tossed the coin. It nearly rolled off the table and landed on the floor. Mistral, who hadn’t done much so far, sat up a little straighter and watched the coin, wondering if he should go and chase it. “I win!” Tristan exclaimed triumphantly as he looked at the nel and grinned at Faith. “And you get money! You are a rich woman now!”

[Faith Augustin]

So, they agreed that she would help him and he seemed much more content with the situation. Not happy, but content and maybe it was the right thing for him, also. But what did she think of his statues? She looked at him and a smile lit her face "I have never lied to you. I have sometimes", quite often she had to admit "phrased things in such a way as to sound more positive than I felt. But I tell you honestly, I love the work you do. You are such a talented man and you take a piece of stone and turn it into a masterpiece. I do not know how, but I love it." She was being entirely truthful and she looked at him with a slight quirk to her eyebrow "I will keep your secret safe. No one will hear of the bank from me, I promise. But you should report that woman to the guard, you know. You never mentioned what she looked like - did she have any distinguishing features?"

She sighed a slight, regretful, sigh when she saw the copper nell and she shook her head "It isn't right. But I agreed, and I will not argue. I should go and pack my things, the clothes you bought me." She didn't want to. How ridiculous, she considered, she actually didn't want to. But that was because change was difficult and so she smiled at him and said "Come help me?" It was a good opportunity for him to learn how to fold clothes, after all.

When they were done, she went to the bedside drawer and got her papers."I think you need to sign these here?" Handing them to him she gave a sligh quirk of her lips at the thought of the freedom brand. It wasn't exactly what she was thinking of first when she'd found out that he'd freed her, but still it was on her mind. Once that was done, she dropped it into her bag and then, set about getting his food together and so on in exactly the same way she normally did. Unless he said differently, she thought to herself that lessons in looking after himself could start tomorrow.

[Tristan Venora]

“Thank you”, Tristan said as she told him that she loved what he did and smiled, although he hadn’t really expected her to say that his work sucked. Still, it was good to know that she had never actually lied to him.

“As for that woman …” The mere thought of her made him shudder. “I promised not to call the guards if she just took my money and left. So reporting her now just doesn’t seem right to me. It doesn’t matter anyway. I doubt that she’ll ever come back. As for what she looked like, she only had one eye, I think. And she claimed to know you. Do you know any rude women that are good with weapons and like to emasculate innocent men?” he wanted to know. “She didn’t do anything to you, did she?” he asked. Even now that she wasn’t his responsibility anymore, he didn’t want to see her getting hurt. That was strange, he thought.

“Let’s go”, he said as she asked him to help her pack her clothes, although he wasn’t particularly looking forward to it. On the other hand, helping her would give him a few more bits with her. It was more than just strange, he amended as he followed her into her room. He had made the decision to free her, and now he was acting as if somebody else had taken her from him! It was completely illogical, so he decided to smile instead since he should be smiling and ignored that unpleasant feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“Did you ever mind that I made you wear such clothes?” he wanted to know as he held up a pair of particularly high heels and a corset and quirked an eyebrow. It was a rather interesting garment.

---

“Oh”, he made as she handed him the papers and looked at them, furrowing his brow as he did so. Would they still be valid if he signed them with the wrong name? Should he claim that he was King Cassander of Rynmere? He pondered the question for a moment before he decided that it would be mean to do such a thing. Besides, she would notice if he signed the papers with a fake name. But there was still one more thing he needed to know.

“Alistair said that talented slaves like you eventually rebel against their masters”, he informed her and looked at her. “Would you ever have done such a thing? Would you really have come to resent me and tried to hurt me or was my cousin just being mean to me?” he asked. Even as he waited for her answer, he took a pen and quickly wrote his name down. He would grant her her wish regardless of what she said because she deserved to be free.

[Faith Augustin]

The woman that he described, with one eye, caused Faith to look at him with a raised brow and she sighed, deeply. Rayna Ramsay. There was only one woman she knew who had one eye and since she had told Tristan that she knew Faith, it must be her. "I met her when I was owned by Jamal. She was cruel", she explained no more than that, she did not think she needed to in terms of what the woman had done. "But that was then. I am sorry that she threatened you, you must have been afraid."

Folding her clothes, he asked her about wearing the corset and the heels. She looked at him and wondered just how much he had considered any of those things before and she knew, immediately, that he had not. He was a kind man who was fundamentally a child, she thought to herself. But maybe that was changing and that was why he had chosen to free her, because he was seeing that it was the right thing to do. As for his question? She smiled at him with an apology on her face, "They are not what I would choose to wear on a normal trial, no. But I did not ever mind because I was yours to dress how you pleased." Like a doll, she supposed.

He seemed to hesitate over signing the papers and Faith watched him with an expression of bemusement. Was he thinking about not doing so? She didn't think so. But maybe he was thinking of signing them as someone else, maybe Peake Andaris or King Cassander, he enjoyed pretending to be the king a lot. But then, what he was thinking came out, she thought, in the form of his question and she frowned deeply. "Resent you? Rebel against you or tried to hurt you?" Shaking her head she answered emphatically "Absolutely not. I know that it is complicated, and not at all easy, but you are giving me the chance to make choices. I have never had that chance before but, had you not done so, that would not negate just how much you had already given me. You changed my life and made me realise that I am a person, and then, when I was ready, you gave me that life. But even if you had not, with you I felt happiness for the first time. I felt valued for the first time and I felt like an individual who was cared about for the first time. I will always be your friend and if you need me, you have only ever to call."

She took the papers and smiled at him, trying to put it into words. She couldn't though and so she put them into the bag she had her clothes in and breathed in. Picking up the bags, she moved over to him, kissed him on the cheek and whispered "Thank you. I'll see you in the morning, alright?". With that, she left.

[Golem]

Rewards

Name:

Tristan

Knowledge:

Faith: Wants to be Free
Faith: No Longer a Slave
Faith: Likes your Sculpting
Faith: Might Love You
Discipline: Staying the Course

Loot:

Loss of a Slave

Injuries:

None

Fame:

+15
Give A Gift (+2)
General Good Deed (+1x3)
Free a Slave (+10)

Story:

5/5

Collaboration:

5/5

Structure:

5/5

- - -

Name:

Faith

Knowledge:

Tristan: Freed You
Tristan: Generous to a Fault
Tristan: Robbed by Rayna Ramsay
Alistair: Thought you should be Free
Discipline: Stopping your Tears

Loot:

Your Freedom

Injuries:

None

Fame:

None

Devotion:

Famula
+1x2- Performing an Act without Recompense
Returning to the house to make breakfast, teaching how to fold the laundry

Story:

5/5

Collaboration:

5/5

Structure:

5/5

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Comments:

There wasn't any fame in the guide for freeing a slave, but its a pretty big thing, so I gave you +10.

The story was good- I liked seeing them both as they tried to work out how their new relationship would work, and it was an enjoyable thread. I didn't notice any spelling or grammar mistakes, which is always a plus, so keep up the good work!

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