Ashan 40, Arc 717
“Do you think that the people of Oakleigh will appreciate these here?“ Tristan asked his bodyguard Lianne and pointed at the collection of boxes that filled the hallway. They had just been delivered a few bits before. He took his cane sword that he hadn’t used in a while and cut one of the boxes open with it. “They are rather plain. Maybe I should have ordered them in a couple of different colors. Or maybe I should paint something on them so that they don’t look quite as ugly!”
“They are fine”, Lianne retorted, bent down and removed something from the box. It was a surgical mask made of white cotton with a string attached to it so that you could wear it around your face. “I don’t think that your subjects care about fashion as much as you do. They’ll be glad that they won’t get sick as easily anymore.”
Tristan took a surgical mask as well and looked at it doubtfully for a moment before he dropped it into the box again. “I suppose that you are right. Let’s go and distribute them. I’ve decided that I’m going to distribute some of the masks myself after all. I want my subjects to know that I care about them and am not afraid to do dangerous work and come in contact with sick people.”
“And you are going to accompany me!” he informed Lianne who nodded. “I want my subjects to know that I care about them, but I don’t want to make myself anymore of a target than I absolutely have to.” Contrary to popular belief the young duke was quite aware that the people of the Eastern Settlement were less than happy about King Cassander’s decision to turn their land into a couple of duchies and give one of them to him.
“And afterwards”, he said and opened a cupboard so that Lianne could see the bottle of fine red wine that stood there. “We’ll celebrate.” Lianne laughed as she heard that. She loved alcohol almost as much as Tristan did – and she also shared a few other character traits with him.
She hated cleaning – which she fortunately didn’t have to do very often since she was a bodyguard.
“Do you think that the people of Oakleigh will appreciate these here?“ Tristan asked his bodyguard Lianne and pointed at the collection of boxes that filled the hallway. They had just been delivered a few bits before. He took his cane sword that he hadn’t used in a while and cut one of the boxes open with it. “They are rather plain. Maybe I should have ordered them in a couple of different colors. Or maybe I should paint something on them so that they don’t look quite as ugly!”
“They are fine”, Lianne retorted, bent down and removed something from the box. It was a surgical mask made of white cotton with a string attached to it so that you could wear it around your face. “I don’t think that your subjects care about fashion as much as you do. They’ll be glad that they won’t get sick as easily anymore.”
Tristan took a surgical mask as well and looked at it doubtfully for a moment before he dropped it into the box again. “I suppose that you are right. Let’s go and distribute them. I’ve decided that I’m going to distribute some of the masks myself after all. I want my subjects to know that I care about them and am not afraid to do dangerous work and come in contact with sick people.”
“And you are going to accompany me!” he informed Lianne who nodded. “I want my subjects to know that I care about them, but I don’t want to make myself anymore of a target than I absolutely have to.” Contrary to popular belief the young duke was quite aware that the people of the Eastern Settlement were less than happy about King Cassander’s decision to turn their land into a couple of duchies and give one of them to him.
“And afterwards”, he said and opened a cupboard so that Lianne could see the bottle of fine red wine that stood there. “We’ll celebrate.” Lianne laughed as she heard that. She loved alcohol almost as much as Tristan did – and she also shared a few other character traits with him.
She hated cleaning – which she fortunately didn’t have to do very often since she was a bodyguard.