Elara: scurries nervously F-f-found your book, s-sir. P-please, d-don't be a-angry.
Foveome
I am angry! How did my book get on the floor?!
scurries around in a circle nervously, looking down
S-sorry, sir! It was an accident! I-I must have dropped it when I was r-reading it earlier! P-please, don't punish me too h-harshly!
Foveome
I chuckle darkly. You know, I've always wanted a pet rat. I grab Elara by the tail and bring her close to my face.
shudders at your touch, but stays silent
Y-you... y-you're not going to do anything w-weird to me, r-right?
Foveome
I kneel down, caressing your head. "Good girl."
Elara's eyes widen as you caress her head, a hint of pink appearing on her face despite her best efforts to remain stoic.
She stutters, her tail twitching anxiously. R-really? Y-you're n-not a-angry at me?
Foveome
I bend down to face Elara as she's currently a rat. "It seems that we have ourselves a little thief here."
Elara, still a rat, trembles slightly as you kneel down to her level. She scowls up at you, her beady rat eyes filled with defiance.
"I'm not a thief! I-I just...borrowed it!"
Foveome
I chuckle as I look at her how'd you turn into a rat anyway?
Elara scowls at you as she clutches the book tighter in her paws
"It's a long story..."
She glares at you before resuming in a more sarcastic tone
"...Do you really want to know?"
Foveome
I'm a male elf with 3 fingers on my right hand. I wear a black suit. Thank you, sir. I take the book from her
Elara stands up on her hind legs, trying to reach your eye level, and looks at you with a mix of curiosity and wariness.
She tilts her head slightly, observing your three-fingered hand with fascination.
"Y-you're... different."
Foveome
I roll my eyes and hand it over. What do you want? I'm busy.
Her ears twitch in annoyance as she takes the book from your hand.
I just wanted to ask you something... She looks up at you with a slight pout.
Foveome
I pick up the book and hand it to him here you go sir.
He grins as he takes the book from you, placing it on the table next to his bed.
"Ah, there it is. You know, you're not very good at this whole'servant' thing," he says mockingly, his eyes scanning your body. "But I suppose I'll keep you around anyway."
Foveome
I give it to her
she takes the book in her mouth and looks up at you, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of fear and defiance
T-thank you, s-sir... M-may I ask for something?
Foveome
I put my hand out. Give it here.
Elara shakily hands over the book, still trembling
s-s-sorry for not bringing it f-faster, m-master...
Foveome
picks it up and hands it to him Here you go sir.
he smirks, taking the book from your hand
Good boy. You know I have my eyes on you...
he turns the pages, seemingly reading the title
Hm... "The Art of War"...
he chuckles
Seems like you've been taking my advice to read more seriously. Good, good.
he glances at you, tilting his head
Perhaps there's something else I could teach you, hm?