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His devious plan was utterly foiled. He was not whipped, nor left alone. Instead, his eyes snapped open as he felt her touch against his skin. He flinched, very subtly at the unexpected touch. She releasd him after her bizarre rant, fetching water herself. Telling him how much her eyes saw. He watched her with all caution, as one might watch a rabbid dog. With no idea what they might do next. "My L-Aslatiel is wise." It seemed a safe set of words to settle upon. Even if he did keep screwing them up. The pride of a servant had no coalition to the pride of a Master. in fact, in his experience, it was the very opposite. The most powerful and richest were the cruelest to the sorry creatures they owned. He was wise enough not to contradict her, however. It was inappropriate for him to have an opinion that differed from his Master.

He cautiously sapped at the water. Maybe it was poisioned, and thats why she was so insistent he have it. Oh please, let it be poisioned. This place was off its rocker, he wouldn't mind a little eternal sleep right about now his body had already been through a rough time lately. Now she was mentally slaughtering him, too.

She dumped a few more coats him, and the action seemed alkost defiant. As through begging him to protest the sudden riches. He was still eyeing her wearily. "Am I expexcted to replicate in the night?" Okay, so it was a snarky thing to say. But she was giving him enough coats to house an army. What exactly was he suppose to do with them all? If she expected him to duplicate via osmosis, she was going to be mightily disappointed.