Otho almost held his breath as the voices cursed upon entering the house. "WHO IN THE HELLS BARRED THE DOORWAY!" The roar of a man's voice shouted. He sounded grumpy, but Otho didn't care about that.
The problem was that he recognized the voice…
"Well, this is the dump?" He stated, obviously frustrated by its condition.
"Yes, sir." Another voice came. It was lower pitched, but no less subservient in its quality. "One of the oldest houses, even older than-"
"Who cares?" The man interrupted, his angst and disgust obvious in his speech. "We'll have to get rid of the thing immediately."
"But master-"
"Did I suggest that you speak?"
There was silence.
'Otho… you need to let Lydia know there's someone else here.' The hunch, a thought brought on by the gods, pulled on his mind. 'They'll find you eventually anyways, and they aren't friendly…'
