Chapter 5
by 
kalanac
What do you decide?
Do as you're told
As turns of fate go, this one isn't bad. Things could have gone a lot worse for you at the market and you decide it's probably best not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Your new master seems to be a reasonable man, so long as you do as you're told, you should be fine.
"Yes sir" you say with a new found confidence, that is, until you realise you have no idea where the Lord's Arms are.
Do you ask your master for directions, or ask the locals?
