Little did he know...
"Where can we find this precious ore, Lord Astaviv?"
"Lord Astaviv!"
"Vakiyv!" Lord Manoch, one of the most valuable asset to the lorddom. Vakiyv snapped out of his reverie, his neck turned from the wide, bare window. "Why do I have to yell your name? Surely, you wouldn't have your father sanction me for calling his lordship's name as though we were anything other than a tutor to a student."
Vakiyv twisted his lips at the robust man barely tall enough to fish a jar on a top shelf. His whitish face had pinkened from his pent-up anger at being ignored. Vakiyv lazily drifted his gaze to the map of the ores found in his lorddom and outside. He knew them by heart and didn't see the reason to be questioned every third day of the week.
"Would my mother be nursed back to health? It's been weeks since she last returned. Almost seems visiting Myr was a waste of time."
