He looked at Dorian, reading the anger and hurt and then nodding. "Cellar. We'll be there."
He vanished again, going for a wander. Most of the slaves couldn't see him, but he could suggest, whisper to them, nudge them to gather their meagre belongings and go to the cellar to meet with Dorian.
When he did turn up down there, it was with a random assortment of items who also didn't want to stay. A couple of books, an old medallion that had seen enough blood.
He reappeared at Dorian's elbow. "That's everyone and everything that wants to leave." Not a lot of slaves, most were content to stay, figuring they'd sooner be slaves of House Pavus than runaways.
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He vanished again, going for a wander. Most of the slaves couldn't see him, but he could suggest, whisper to them, nudge them to gather their meagre belongings and go to the cellar to meet with Dorian.
When he did turn up down there, it was with a random assortment of items who also didn't want to stay. A couple of books, an old medallion that had seen enough blood.
He reappeared at Dorian's elbow. "That's everyone and everything that wants to leave." Not a lot of slaves, most were content to stay, figuring they'd sooner be slaves of House Pavus than runaways.