Little and Late
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At last, eye contact. I know not why, but the other paupers who have passed through avoided my gaze most intently. Dreadfully ill-mannered, the lot of them. I should think they ought to be grateful for the opportunity to complete this task for me─an opportunity that is now yours.
In short, I require that you locate my manservant, who has served me faithfully for several years. He recently displeased me in adding a touch too much milk to my afternoon tea, and alas, I unthinkingly pushed him into the sea.
I feel somewhat contrite about that now my mind has been freed of Vauthry's influence, of course─particularly as I've found myself entirely incapable of lacing my boots without assistance, and will be forced to wear these hideous shoes ere he returns.
Searching for him myself is quite out of the question, naturally. If I could remember his name, I suppose I might call it out, but as matters stand, I am afraid I shall have to rely on you to seek him in my stead.
The young man is a Mystel of considerable stature, with rather long hair─I do hope he's keeping it well-groomed while he's away. I imagine he may be found weeping in the Derelicts or some such.
When you locate him, please do convey my apologies for having acted in such haste. And tell him, lest there be any doubt, that I should be delighted to have him return to my service.
Yes, yes, of course there will be remuneration for your services. Go on, off with you now.
How can I help you?
What!? Er, rather─yes, it is certainly I whom you seek.
That the master regrets casting me into the sea does come as a surprise, however.
For a blessing, I was rescued by some kind-hearted Ondo who happened to be in the area. However, I did feel compelled to offer them my spear in return.
Tragic though it is, given that the master primarily valued me for my services as a bodyguard, it would be quite impossible for me to return to his employ now. Yes, it's out of the question, I'm afraid. Please give him my regrets, and tell him that I will miss him dearly.
Yes, he does sound like the sort of fellow who might mistake a Hume for a Mystel, I agree. But I'm afraid I've never set foot above. There's a man to the south who matches the description, though─he may be the one you're looking for.
Hm? No, I'm afraid I haven't had my hair cut recently. Though if you believe your employer may not be able to tell the difference, I would be happy to accept the role. I'm quite good at swimming.
The master has my fondest regards, you understand.
Why has he not returned with you?
Oh, dear─I daresay that spear was his only possession. But to replace it is a simple matter, and I shall do so forthwith, now that I know where he may be found.
Ere I depart, do accept this as recompense for your services─it is but a pittance to me, I assure you.
Now, I must make haste─he did say that he missed me dearly. I shall have to ask for his name, this time...