Puffing Peacock

-The Cartagan Orchard. Early morning, 2 DSTR-

Tyreth nodded slightly towards the man on his porch, his mind debating on shutting the door in the money lender's face or letting him. Gripping the door with an iron grip on the edge, he breathed in deeply before clearing the entrance so that the man could step inside. Glancing towards the men that waited out front, he returned their respectful nods before casting his gaze above them and into the orchard. Seeing movement as two female slaves moved around the trees, he caught the gaze of one of them looking up at him. Recognizing immediately, he gritted his teeth as he realized it was Cordelia, the only slave with the audacity to look him square in the face. It was an issue that he would have to correct, but at a later time. There would be no disciplining when there were guests over, no matter how badly needed it was. Beckoning her towards the house when he was certain that she was looking, he turned back towards Randel and shut the door behind him. Cordelia would use the slave entrance in the kitchens, so he needn't hold the door for her or leave it open for her to come in.

Noting the money lender's wide, powerful steps, Tyreth had to bite his tongue to contain the humored chuckle that threatened to leave his lips. Before him was a man whose only power came from money and people's debt to him. Take that away, and you are left with a spineless bastard waving a book around in front of you. Hiding his disdain for the man behind a carefully measured hospitable smile, he gestured towards a rack of coat hangers that was attached to the wall. On it was his travelling cloak as well as his overcoat for when he would wake up in the middle of the night and want something warm to sit in. With his hand pointed towards it, he flicked his fingers slightly before speaking, "Hang your coat up and meet me in the dining room. Your visit occurred right at breakfast time and it would just so happen that my welcome home meal was quite large. I would feel extremely rude to not offer the scrumptious food to you."

Standing by for a second to watch him put his coat up on his own while juggling the large book under his arm, he put his left hand out and spoke, "I believe you might need to put that down. So, just hand it here and I'll hold onto it until we are able to sit and discuss the terms. I hope you understand that we cannot interrupt a meal with business talk. It causes the food to settle unkindly, and I would hate to see that you came all this way out just to go back because I'm eating." Tyreth moved his right hand to his hip and placed it there gently with a slight extension of his right leg as he waited to see how the half-elf responded.

Tag: Cordelia and Randel