Fraternizing in the Foyer

With a flourish he took off his hat and smiled at the pretty thing that greeted him. His eyes went to the collar she was wearing and her arched a brow with an unspoken question. “Cordelia” Randel said in his smooth warm voice. As a Bard he had trained to speak in just the right tones, with just the right inflection, what may take work for some was habit for him. “’And he stood before her glory, the nymph Queen radiant, and while in his mithril he were shod, he was but lain bare under her beauty.” He quoted the old poem off the cuff, as he was given to do. “You are ever a vision, and wasted here. You would be better suited to a house in the city, where you could employ those whiles you have to the benefit of many.” He waited a moment before entering.

“I am excited to meet your new owner as well.” He said as he took a smooth flowing step into the house. “I am sure he will be more then happy to settle the accounts his Uncle has left him.” He informed the pretty slave girl. His men stayed outside, giving Cordelia a proper nod of the head. Randel did not keep slaves, he could if he wanted, but all of his workers were former slaves, bought and freed. Loyalty from them was priceless, and he knew it.

He entered the foyer as if he owned the place, his box containing the ledger and other documents was tucked under his arm. “What do you think of him?” he asked seeing as most of the activity in the house was down the hall. He came at the right time, it seemed every woman in the house was now maneuvering for a new place in the pecking order. “Do you think he would be the sort to put this house in order?” He did not remove his coat, the long midnight blue wool coat was finely made, a half cape at the shoulders, buttoned with silver buttons made to look like blooming roses. She could only see the silk of his shirt that was gathered at his throat to know what he might be wearing under the somber coat.

“It would be well for this orchard to do more then it currently is.” He added and paused there in the foyer as if waiting for her answer.