[ Piper finds Allairavar helping those who serve in the residence to clean up the vast number of dishes that so many living in the Queen's place create. The hearth witches of the kitchen won't let him do more than carry in trays full of dishes and then shoo him out when he dares pick up a towel.
However, Allairavar doesn't leave empty handed. A bunch of kitchen knives with edges too dull to be of use are in his care. He nods to Piper and then to a table that is out of the way of hustle and bustle of the kitchen.
Perching on one stool, he gestures to another before calling a sharpening stone to his hand. ] Lady McLean, what can I do for you? [ Allaiavar tests the edge of one knife against his thumb and then frowns sharply in a flash of irritation that fades just as fast. ]
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However, Allairavar doesn't leave empty handed. A bunch of kitchen knives with edges too dull to be of use are in his care. He nods to Piper and then to a table that is out of the way of hustle and bustle of the kitchen.
Perching on one stool, he gestures to another before calling a sharpening stone to his hand. ] Lady McLean, what can I do for you? [ Allaiavar tests the edge of one knife against his thumb and then frowns sharply in a flash of irritation that fades just as fast. ]