Silent Joe grabbed a roll of hay and hoisted it up onto this shoulder with a grunt before he began walking in the direction of the barns.
Today marked a week since he and his team had infiltrated the Lord's mansion, a week since they had been given chances to mingle and interact with other servants and gladiators here.
And if anything, Silent Joe was assured now that this was going to be another source of nightmares for him.
A small child came up to him as he dropped the hay and handed him a small pitcher of water to drink from. The child was a female elf he had met here named Griselda. At first, he had been constantly reminded by that small voice in his head not to bother with making any form of connections here.
These are the enemy, his mind would constantly supply.
But there was something to be said about the way the world works, and how things never seemed to go as you planned them.
