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Date Posted: 18:41:06 06/30/02 Sun
Harion watched Madjael disappear into the main tavern. He turned back to Drea who was continuing with the peeling.
“Who’s that?” he asked “Do you mind him talking to you like that?”
Drea looked up, her face slightly puzzled, then understanding flooded through.
“Madjael is a warrior for the king, a regular customer. He would never harm me, treats me more like a sister really, but likes to tease.” She blushed again. “He’s nice enough.”
“Even though he spends so much time with Savinia?” Harion said, disapproval obvious in his voice. Drea dropped her knife and placed her hands on her hips. Her annoyance overcame her normal shyness.
“Listen Harion, you’re new to the city, obviously you don’t realise how priorities change. You’ve got to stop treating the barmaids like lower citizens, or mother will dismiss you. Remember, some of the money they earn goes towards your wages.”
Harion stared at the table, sulkily silent. Drea listened to the lengthening silence.
“Harion,” she tried again, her voice much more gentle. “I know it’s different from what you’re used to, but in the end, it’s just another way to make a living. You know what it is like to be hungry, so do these girls. Savinia was orphaned as a child, now she sees my parents as family. The Upstairs Business is just..... a way to make ends meet.” She turned away, blushing deeply. Unused to conversation, she had just used up a large quota of words.
Harion sighed and started rooting through the cupboards for a bowl.
“If you say so.” Of course he knew what it was like to desperately need money, but he would never dream of allowing his sister to become a prostitute. Then again, there was Option C. Wasn’t that similar? Harion shuddered at the thought. Option B was for him to earn money in the city. As long as he paid the debts soon, Option C could be forgotten.
Savinia entered the kitchen, shoulders drooped, huge bags under her eyes.
“I’m shattered” she explained, collapsing in a chair. “It’s supposed to be my night off, and I’m still stuck serving drinks.” She looked up at Harion hopefully.
“Would you mind taking over?” Harion shrugged and headed into the main Tavern. The dark smoky atmosphere was almost choking. He looked over to where Madjael was laughing with his friends. Maybe Drea was right. Anyway, if he was ever to make friends of his own, prejudices should be forgotten.
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