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The Mavloix was grand indeed, the perfect castle in fact, Tristan concluded as he took a closer look at his future home. Of course he despised nobility – of course! – and everything it stood for, all those petty little intrigues and that egotism, but that didn’t keep him from wanting to live in a place just like that. He could do it better than they. He’d show the lords and ladies of Jaedaxia how life was really supposed to be lived and make fun of them in the process.
He hid the check in a pocket immediately after having received it. There was no need to tempt those that would work alongside him after all. He could very well imagine that there were a few less than savory elements among them. Such an offer tended to attract dishonorable men. He didn’t really care about the catch that came with it. He’d spend the brightening working and wouldn’t have time to go to the bank and do some shopping until the morrow anyway.
He didn’t dislike Oscar either – unlike one of his colleagues. Oscar’s behaviour was typical of a lot of Jaedaxians. In fact he could probably have done a perfect Oscar-imitation if he had wanted to. But this one time Tristan wasn’t here to make fun of people, he wanted to do something absolutely incredible and unusual: work!
The woman though, her giggle made shivers run down his spine. It was an absolutely horrifying giggle, and had he been alone with her he would likely have told her to shut up and committed a murder afterwards. But you couldn’t do murder in front of witnesses, and thus he followed her, like a good, obedient little worker.
“Things, I see.” The answer he received was less than satisfying, but he didn’t let it show. Instead he nodded as if that explained everything. Things. What kind of things? Bad things? Illegal things? Dangerous things?
He nodded a brief greeting to the guards, but didn’t pay attention to them otherwise or said anything. He’d posed as an important military official on one than more occasion. He knew how they greeted each other and what they were like. He also knew that most guards didn’t want to be disturbed and saw the smallest interruption as provocation.
He entered through the door and took a look around.
“Indeed, where do we begin?” he repeated Wren’s question. The sooner the work was done with, the better. He already knew that he would never accept any job again. This was a once-in-a-lifetime thing. He just did it because he was desperate and needed the money, not because he was such a nice and helpful man.
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