Sel, Chapter 3 Options

[Dantrag]

I was soon accepted into House Redoran, and my mother was pretty proud of me. Probably too proud. I didn't go to Athyn's class anymore, being too busy as councillor Venim's page. Or, at least until the fiery councillor died, and was replaced by his brother. All young hirelings in the House had to spend five years in a councillor's service, and I was no different. Close to the end of those years, my fourth, to be exact, I wondered why I was even in the House; I got no money for my service, being a page, and my family needed money. I should have gotten a job. There I was in Bolvyn's manor, getting fed and clothed while my family starved. My own damned fault. I paid for my selfishness.

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I'll put the actual story here in a while; I just needed to start this back up.

This post has been edited by Dantrag: Feb 8 2006, 02:47 AM

[Dantrag]

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Sel walked down the hall, taking off his clothes as he did; he hated those clothes. He had to look like a true noble when he was in Bolvyn's -Arsyn's- hall, or something like that. He couldn't remember the exact reason.

He ignored the stares of the servants and guards passing him by, and he was soon in his room getting into some clothes that were actually worth wearing.

"Hey, you, servant!" he heard, calling behind him.

"Shut up, Retin." Sel replied, laughing with his friend's weak joke. Retin was always commenting on his hatred of 'rich people clothes'.

"Hey, listen." Retin said, changing the subject. "Uncle Arsyn said that he wants you to come on the hunt. They say there are lots of nix-hounds around this time of year."

"I'm going home. I spend enough time with my damned bow and not enough with my mother or sister." Sel said, packing his things.

"So you're going to spend your short vacation in your tiny hut?" Retin asked.

Sel nodded, knowing that Retin meant no insult; he just didn't understand Sel's point of view. There was a huge difference between them.

"Alright then, I guess I'll see you in a week." Retin said, walking out of Sel's room.

Sel packed the two dresses he had gotten from the Redoran tailor, and was soon out the door, thankful to finally be let out of the council chambers for reasons other than Redoran duties. Even though his house was very near Ald'ruhn, he didn't get there much, as he had to obey the rules of Arsyn Venim, who was all about discipline. Maybe even moreso than Venim was before being killed by the Nerevarine in the Arena. Sel wished that Athyn had gotten first pick of the pages so that he could serve under him.

Shielding his eyes from the sand, Sel trudged along the oft-used path to his small home. He knocked on the door, and instead of being greeted with a 'hello', he was greeted with a hug that squeezed the breath from him.

"Hey there, Sis." Sel said, breaking away from the hug. "I got something for you." He reached into his pack and retrieved one of those dresses.

Vysi took it without a word, and ran into her room, he guessed it was to try it on. Sel now considered her room to be more like a closet, since living in the Venim Manor.

"Sel!" his mother exclaimed, wiping her dirty hands on her apron before hugging her son.

"I got one for you, too." Sel said, giving his mother the other dress. He hoped they liked them; he had to trade three daggers for those. Three daggers that belonged to House Redoran.

The family sat down to dinner, Vysi was wearing her new dress, and was overly excited about it.

"Take some meat, mom." Sel urged, holding out a plate of cave rat meat.

He frowned as she cut off the tail and put it on her plate. "Why are you eating the tail?"

"It's the best part." Valia replied with a smile.

Sel thought no more of it. If he had, he would have realized that she was starving so that her children could eat.

This post has been edited by Dantrag: Feb 8 2006, 02:50 AM