"Oh. Look at the young master over there. Ogling over maps and carvings of delicate stone. He could've already mastered the light state if he just yanked his head out of that damned adventurer's book."
Two old and worn-down maids were muttering in a corner, as they swept the floor masterfully with two wooden broomsticks.
The second maid sighed.
"Well, he takes after his father. I just wonder where all this adventurer knowledge is going to help when he has to take over the dukedom in two generations. Nevertheless, we should give the poor boy a break. Lest we want him to become the second coming of his father."
The first maid put a hand over her sweaty forehead impatiently.
"But still, the boy is soon to be 11. He could've been a 10-year-old Mage! The potential that his father stomped out by turning his eyes to adventuring!"
The second made chuckled meekly.
