Feldard continued searching any remaining rooms on their current floor—all the while wondering why the mage would keep in his employ someone so willing to divulge his secrets. Thaddigren certainly hadn’t been much of a judge of character, judging from his hiring of such disloyal servants—which was at odds with dwarfs experience—men of power didn’t get to that position by being poor judges of character.
What he didn’t know that Ashira was not an employee. She was a slave, bought and paid for in the corrupt Black Eagle Barony. Dentiata had ruled over her with a heavy hand, but now with his death, she had no reason to keep his secrets.
Feldard refrained from speaking his doubts aloud but his skepticism was pretty evident. He didn’t trust the motivations of this servant at all. He glanced back towards her once all the rooms had been searched. “I believe it time we headed upstairs then. You can lead the way.” The dwarf figured if there was a trap on the stairs leading to this upper level where Dentiata’s chamber and workshop were located, she would know of it.
As she lead the way the priest continued his chat with the girl. “We appreciate your help Ashira, thank you.” Maruc said. “Do you have a family back in the Black Eagle Barony? Perhaps if our journey takes us there we might escort you back. What skills beyond that of household chores do you have?”
“Back to the Black Eagle Barony, Miklos? When are we going there?” Saeth questioned his offer. “Don’t we have glorious quests to be done here, and sung about for ages to come?” She glanced at the servant and then back. “Not that you couldn’t take her on as an apprentice, or whatever you wizards do. I agree that she could be in a bit of a bind, here near Specularum on her own.”
“That’s quite all right. I am quite happy to be gone from that lawless place,” the timid young woman responded.
“Saeth, a song about the defeat of the Black Eagle would be second only to the Song of Halav on the strings of Traladaran bards,” Nicolai informed. “If that is what you seek, then so be it, but fame has its enemies, and I’d rather keep myself hidden from them.”
The dwarf led the group on the inspection of the last unexplored room on the level. It was Dentiata’s bedroom. The master bedroom held a large bed, a plush dark-red rug, a dresser, a small table and one small chair. A glowglobe hung from the center of the ceiling.
After a thorough search, it was determined that there was nothing of interest in the room.
“Shall we find the workshop, and then free the prisoners from the dungeon?” asked Nicolai.