How May I Be Of Service

The sudden voice startled the small man and he cowered immediately, turning to face the black and white man though averting his own gaze to the ground all while retaining his submissive posture. Well taught to not speak unless spoken to and only when an answered is required, Lucian hesitated before answering the larger man. He didn't want to speak out of turn, or worse, interrupt him. So he waited until what felt like two seconds beyond a natural time to answer everything that had been spoken to him.

"Yes, Sir. Much better." He replied with a singular nod, moving on then to what the man really wanted to know. Why he had been left there, what he had done, or if anyone was looking for him. All valid concerns, but Lucian couldn't help but fear the worst. Would they return him to where they had found him? He certainly didn't deserve to be rescued, at least in his mind, but he didn't want to walk back into certain death either.

"No one is looking for me, Sir. I failed too many times." Perhaps admitting the entire truth wasn't a good idea, but who was he to decide his fate?

"Speech."