Lazy bones

He raised a brow at her question, wondering if she guessed at his ulterior motive already. The creature was picked for its ability to spy on her, and that could easily be called a trick. Luckily, she seemed pretty distracted by it already. Taken in by its actions on her back. “She’s truly yours, name her however you please. Be careful making friends with her, if you ever gain your freedom or sneak away, she’ll come back to me.” He warned. One way or another. Was he cruel, to find things to hold over? Perhaps. But his investment had to be worth something.

“Now, the smokehouse, take a look at the quantity of cured meat we gained from one deer, so you can add it into your equations. Winter isn’t far out, so if you think we don’t have enough for a full season we’re in trouble.” He said, turning her attention back to the matter at hand.


"Basilisk"