Minor Annoyances

Ooc - Now now Rosmary, can't be calling any one writer the MVP lol. As far as Tyreth's adoption and post, they were kinda done on a whim and I wrote the post at like 3 in the morning lol. I hope it is good lol

-The Cartagan Orchard. Early morning, 2 DSTR-

Seeing that the slaves had been assembled along the walls of the dining room, Tyreth cast a scrutinizing eye over each of them, looking for strength rather than simple sexual appeal. Narrowing his eyes as he saw that every single one of them wore the ridiculous outfit, he paused as his gaze fell on a particular slave. She was the only one in red garment, and Tyreth could not help but think there was a reason his uncle had singled this one out in particular. Shaking his head, he looked down at the table, pulling his eyes away from the slave, remembering her name and their interactions from a year ago.

It was a party that his uncle had invited him to and he had not realized the woman's status until he had already found himself enjoying her company. Picking up a single grape, he popped it into his mouth and chewed it as he looked over the women again. Shaking his head, he swallowed the fruit before speaking, "Go and take those ridiculous costumes off. This is not a brothel, and proper clothes will be worn from here on out. Dress ready to work, you will all be going outside to help."

Waving his hand dismissively, he picked up his plate from his spot at the head of the table and walked to the side of the table. Pulling a slab of ham onto his plate, he added to it a few fried eggs and a brick of hash browns. Taking it back to his spot at the table, he was setting it down when he heard a loud knock at the door. Sighing softly, he moved towards the door, waving any attempt to beat him to the door out of the way. He would not allow any slave dressed the way they currently were to open the door to his home. Opening the door and looking our, he narrowed his eyes before speaking, "What reason do you have to try to beat down my door like an ogre? A simple knock would have sufficed."

Looking over the man's shoulder as he spoke, he locked eyes with the only man dressed differently than the others. Seeing the book under the man's arm, Tyreth narrowed his eyes before speaking, "How can I help you?"