A promotion

The steward rushes of ahead and you scurry to keep up. Beneath his breath, you hear the steward muttering, clearly resentful of the way Lord Kingsale treated him in the yard.

"This is most improper" he says, half to you, half to himself. He leads you to the servants quarters and into a small room. Inside are a couple of low beds and a simple wardrobe. "Get changed into something more appropriate" barks the steward. You comply, finding a neat tunic and linen trousers in the wardrobe, far nicer than the simple clothes you'd been wearing. The tunic is a little small for your newly toned physique, but not so tight as to be uncomfortable. If anything, the fit is very flattering.

Suddenly the steward grabs you by the throat and pins you against a wall. "You fuck this up and you'll end up in the mines! You hear me?" he snarls. You struggle to nod. "You do as you're told...no matter what..." he adds, his tone somewhat odd. He releases you. "You are to be respectful of his Lordship. In his service, you are expected to keep his confidence...do you understand?" You nod. Something about the way the steward is vetting you makes you think that the incident in the yard isn't a one off occurrence.

Nobles tend to work by their own rules. While a commoner could be flogged for that sort of behaviour, nobles could do what they pleased, and it seems that you please Lord Kingsale. The steward spends a while giving you a brief lesson on how to serve, what your duties will be, all the while heading to the main hall. There you find the Lord of the Manor and Lord Kingsale in conversation over some topic of politics.

You quickly stand beside Lord Kingsale and await his requests.