Mischief maker

He noticed her easily falling in line with him, no sass yet. Hmm... Was she plotting something? As they passed the market he nodded subtly to himself as she spoke up. Honestly, it was a fair question considering the status quo.
"No. That's the Warlord's domain. Not mine. There are no slaves in the market, to be traded or otherwise." Did the Armada actually trade slaves? He honestly didn't even know how Bas procured Ignita or Marina for that matter.

He rounded a corner and they were coming upon the storerooms and utility rooms. He spoke as he stepped inside.
"Here we have the storerooms, a kitchen, and back there are the baths! Ignita?" He changed tones to call her out, "Iggy you here?" The steward was particularly obsessed with the organization of her storeroom.

"Speech"