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Suddenly, out of the door from where Thyra had entered the pit, stormed a middle-aged man dressed in relatively fine clothing, looking quite distressed as he walked up to Thyra and her lovers.
“Excuse me madam” The man addressed Thyra.
“Yes?” Thyra was not used to being called madam by anyone, least of all civilized folk.
“It appear that the merchant who were to pay the three of you has disappeared, something which has upset my master, who therefore request that you go see him.”
“Alright, lead the way.”
The servant showed Thyra, Jasmine, Daisy and Rose the way through the manor, eventually stopping in front of a heavy set of doors.
“Just wait here and I’ll tell my lord you’re here.”
Opening the doors, the servant walked inside and Thyra could hear him saying: “The young madams’ are here, my lord.”
Someone replied with a stern, manly voice: “Very well, send them in.”
The servant reappeared and motioned for Thyra and the others to enter.
When she entered the lavishly furnished room, Thyra found herself looking straight at a tall, broad man standing by a large window.
The man’s hair was light brown, his complexion white but slightly tanned and his cold blue eyes were looking straight at Thyra. His mouth sported a wry smile and his face was otherwise very stern.
“Hello young ladies.” The man said as the four women strode up next to him.
“I am Oren Yeats, lord of this manor, and arranger of the little fight held here tonight. And you are?”
“Thyra. And my newfound friends: Violet, Rose and Daisy.”
“Ah, named after our hair-colour, are we?” The man said and looked over the three sisters.
“Very well,” Oren continued, “and I understand that you have had some dealings with the merchant, Edgar, who handled the practical matters around the fight.”
“Yes, and that vile little fuck sneaked off without paying me my 50 crowns!” Thyra replied.
“More so, he stole over 500 gold crowns from me tonight. Not that much, but it’s really the principle that matters in my book. If you steal from me, you’re dead. So, I do believe that we share a certain interest in catching Edgar, don’t we?”
“That we do.”
“Good, find him and bring him to me along with what’s left of my money, and I’ll pay you an extra 50 gold crowns. Deal?”
“Deal.” Thyra said, already planning what to do with Edgar once she found his fat, greedy ass.