"T‑There's no need for medicine, my lord! They'll grit their teeth and survive!" The armed man's voice shook as he shouted.
What's he after? We can't accept too much or we'll land in serious trouble. Slavery's practically fashionable these days—so I've heard. Nobles don't even bother hiding their urge to own people behind the "maid" excuse anymore.
Although he saw genuine sympathy in Jett's eyes, forty years of hard living pushed the veteran back to his old instincts. He would rather shoulder the cost himself than owe this noble stranger.
Unaware of the man's turmoil, Jett cocked his head. "Why?"
The grizzled fighter clenched his jaw, dropped to one knee, and closed his eyes. The old line I'd better keep my mouth shut or dig my own grave rang in his ears. Jett found the response odd, but he tried to meet the man halfway.
