The butler was walking around the mansion completing his errands while trying to avoid the possible wrath of his master, Damien Quinn as he had failed to follow the orders. When he reached the kitchen he heard the maids were speaking quite loudly which they never did as they were always tuned to hushed whispers. The butler couldn't help himself from his eyes widening at the word of five thousand gold coins.
He had heard that this girl was bought for a thousand by the maids themselves who had, in turn, heard it from the coachman who had been there in the market to pick master Damien. But five thousand? Was this girl worth so much? Was she made of gold herself?! asked Falcon to himself before taking a look at the girl who was the dirtiest among everyone in the room. The shock on the servant's faces reflected on his own before he composed and stepped inside the kitchen resuming the role of his being the butler of the mansion.
