"A man by the name of Ser Whentworth," Brutus said. "Scribe work, once more. The only silver lining, is the pay is considerably better than what Thornhand offered me. The Gods work in mysterious ways, do they not?"
"…And who was it that took over Thornhand's lands?" Harland asked, his eyes narrowed, but wary.
"Why, that would be Ser Whentworth," Brutus smiled, affording himself another sip of his drink.
"You're working for the barbarian that did all that to your previous master?" Penelope said. "Know you no honour?"
"Well, the pay was indeed better, and the man, for all his flaws, seems more inclined to make use of my… talents," Brutus said. "Besides, Thornhand was not my master. He was my employer."
As Brutus spoke, Vol watched all the while. There was something more to that man, hidden behind the eyes, the complete lack of emotion.
"I will not share a table with a man capable of supporting such indignities," Penelope said, standing.
