North Ravok Outpost
Spring 70, 518
Midmorning
“Wer… workers har… have refuss… refused to enter the man… mine despite serval, several kilt… killed for in.. insurb… inhordination?”
Rook wasn’t quite illiterate. He had learned his letters well enough during his time under Ruby, but his skills had slipped seeing as Jessica didn’t seem to find reading a particularly useful skill for a slave or anything. Due to recent events in involving his bond, it had occurred to Rook that reading would be an important skill to relearn. An illiterate spy wasn’t particularly useful.
Unfortunately there wasn’t much reading material to be had at the outpost. The only material readily available was his master’s documents, and going pawing through them without due consideration was an easy way to end up with his head on a stake. Rook had wandered around the outpost a little before noticing with a small bolt of realization that a board was tacked up in the yard, covered in paper scrawled with writing. Trying not to draw too much attention to himself, Rook had puzzled his way through the letters, attempting to draw meaning from them. So far the wolf boy had realized that the parchment appeared to be covered in job offers for the outpost. The outpost buzzed around him, people seemingly content to ignore the wolf boy for the moment, and Rook used the opportunity to study the board with a keen curiosity.
Rook wasn’t allowed to keep money, so the offers of a reward wasn’t particularly interesting to him. However, the mention of slaves dying and being killed made his heart twinge in a way he knew it never would have before he had bonded with Shiress. Frustrated, the wolf boy stared at the sheet a moment before turning away from the board with a frustrated sigh. There was no way he’d be allowed to do such a job anyways. He was just a godsdamned slave after all, and not a particularly useful one at that. Rook walked a slow circle around the board, chewing at his lower lip. Unthinkingly, he raised his fingers and slipped them between the callaused skin of his neck and his collar.
Spring 70, 518
Midmorning
“Wer… workers har… have refuss… refused to enter the man… mine despite serval, several kilt… killed for in.. insurb… inhordination?”
Rook wasn’t quite illiterate. He had learned his letters well enough during his time under Ruby, but his skills had slipped seeing as Jessica didn’t seem to find reading a particularly useful skill for a slave or anything. Due to recent events in involving his bond, it had occurred to Rook that reading would be an important skill to relearn. An illiterate spy wasn’t particularly useful.
Unfortunately there wasn’t much reading material to be had at the outpost. The only material readily available was his master’s documents, and going pawing through them without due consideration was an easy way to end up with his head on a stake. Rook had wandered around the outpost a little before noticing with a small bolt of realization that a board was tacked up in the yard, covered in paper scrawled with writing. Trying not to draw too much attention to himself, Rook had puzzled his way through the letters, attempting to draw meaning from them. So far the wolf boy had realized that the parchment appeared to be covered in job offers for the outpost. The outpost buzzed around him, people seemingly content to ignore the wolf boy for the moment, and Rook used the opportunity to study the board with a keen curiosity.
Rook wasn’t allowed to keep money, so the offers of a reward wasn’t particularly interesting to him. However, the mention of slaves dying and being killed made his heart twinge in a way he knew it never would have before he had bonded with Shiress. Frustrated, the wolf boy stared at the sheet a moment before turning away from the board with a frustrated sigh. There was no way he’d be allowed to do such a job anyways. He was just a godsdamned slave after all, and not a particularly useful one at that. Rook walked a slow circle around the board, chewing at his lower lip. Unthinkingly, he raised his fingers and slipped them between the callaused skin of his neck and his collar.
Rook