She was an odd person? She looked at Rafael and for a brief second the person that she could have been, the independent and cheeky young woman that might have been surfaced and amusement twinkled in her pale eyes. "An odd person? Me? Why I don't know what you mean" she said, but it was a brief flash of the possibilities which had been taken away from her. But then, he asked her what the word reciprocal meant and Faith looed at him, somewhat nervously. Her vocabulary was very good, she new, she had spent countless breaks reading, as instructed by her previous owners in Athart, but Jamal did not like it if she used a word he did not know. "Reciprocal." she said, quietly "It means.. If we have a reciprocal arrangement, then it benefits us both, equally. If you give me a gift, I might reciprocate the gesture. A reciprocal business deal benefits both parties" she explained. Hopefully, he wouldn't mind that she had known a word he did not know.
It was a good job that he told her what he was going to do, though, when he jumped down and held out his hand to her. She looked at him for a brief second, not sure what it was that he was doing, but then he told her. Don't shake it, he told her and she nodded her head. But he meant to help her? Faith looked at him in utter confusion as he explained that, it was simply not something that she was used to. But she put her hand into his, hoping that she was doing the right thing; it was her job to help others, not to be helped and she was simply confused by that gesture, but it was up to him.
"He might" she said of Jamal sending her on a job that she could not complete "He is finishing my training and he does, sometimes, set me tasks that I can not complete. It helps me to remember my place" The young girl saw nothing wrong with that and she said it in a very matter of fact manner. But he wanted to go and see Jamal now? Faith considered briefly how Jamal was likely to react; but she knew that he would tell her to obey the man who now owed him money. She nodded her head and then that nodding turned into shaking and she looked at him with a smile "I am still a little lost. But yes, when we find the Main Street, I can take you there, yes"
She looked at him, a little nervously, but she walked with him until they found a place where one of them knew where they were. Then, when she had her bearings, she would lead him to the undertakers shop that she called home. Just before they went in, she looked at Rafael as though she was going to say something, but she did not. What could she say, after all? So, she walked and did not speak. It was a nice storefront in a good area of town, the reception area that she led him to was plush and there behind the counter was a man in his mid to late fifties, with grey receding hair and a grey beard. He looked up in surprise as the bell above the door tinkled, he took stock of what was happening, of the lack of herbs and the fact that she had brought someone back here with her. There was a flash of annoyance in the man's eyes and Faith tensed. Then, he spoke one word in a quiet, calm and very dangerous tone. "Position" he said and Faith moved, quickly, to his side where she knelt and lowered her eyes to the floor. Jamal placed one hand on the back of her head, then he turned his gaze to Rafael and raised an eyebrow as he regarded him coldly "Good trial, sir. Thank you for bringing my slave home. What is the situation?" he asked, with a very carefully neutral expression.
It was a good job that he told her what he was going to do, though, when he jumped down and held out his hand to her. She looked at him for a brief second, not sure what it was that he was doing, but then he told her. Don't shake it, he told her and she nodded her head. But he meant to help her? Faith looked at him in utter confusion as he explained that, it was simply not something that she was used to. But she put her hand into his, hoping that she was doing the right thing; it was her job to help others, not to be helped and she was simply confused by that gesture, but it was up to him.
"He might" she said of Jamal sending her on a job that she could not complete "He is finishing my training and he does, sometimes, set me tasks that I can not complete. It helps me to remember my place" The young girl saw nothing wrong with that and she said it in a very matter of fact manner. But he wanted to go and see Jamal now? Faith considered briefly how Jamal was likely to react; but she knew that he would tell her to obey the man who now owed him money. She nodded her head and then that nodding turned into shaking and she looked at him with a smile "I am still a little lost. But yes, when we find the Main Street, I can take you there, yes"
She looked at him, a little nervously, but she walked with him until they found a place where one of them knew where they were. Then, when she had her bearings, she would lead him to the undertakers shop that she called home. Just before they went in, she looked at Rafael as though she was going to say something, but she did not. What could she say, after all? So, she walked and did not speak. It was a nice storefront in a good area of town, the reception area that she led him to was plush and there behind the counter was a man in his mid to late fifties, with grey receding hair and a grey beard. He looked up in surprise as the bell above the door tinkled, he took stock of what was happening, of the lack of herbs and the fact that she had brought someone back here with her. There was a flash of annoyance in the man's eyes and Faith tensed. Then, he spoke one word in a quiet, calm and very dangerous tone. "Position" he said and Faith moved, quickly, to his side where she knelt and lowered her eyes to the floor. Jamal placed one hand on the back of her head, then he turned his gaze to Rafael and raised an eyebrow as he regarded him coldly "Good trial, sir. Thank you for bringing my slave home. What is the situation?" he asked, with a very carefully neutral expression.