Although I was barely aware of the man standing next to my Lord (yes already I was thinking to myself, “I would follow you anywhere, and do anything you bid me to do, Master”), he made himself known again, “Mista Ceffalo, My client wishes to make you a very reasonable offer for something you have.” Slowly, my eyes left those of the towering beauty whose head was poised directly above mine, giving me a “poor thing” kinda stare, and I looked with confusion on the small, rotund man, who was evidently the attourney for this prince, or god, or whatever he was.
