Re: Side Rooms Simon/Morgan
Morgan pretended to look over the papers, until the guard had left the room. Then he set them down on the small table, off tot he side, along with his riding crop. Both the table and crop appeared to be practical items, one for sitting at, and the other for keeping a slave in line, but they were really just for show. A Master was about as likely to use the table, as Morgan was his crop. Still, both gave an aura of respectability.
"It says on those papers that your name is Simon," Morgan said, firmly taking hold of the man's shoulder, and helping him to his feet.
"Is that right? Or did they give you that name?"
It had looked oddly scrawled in, not typed, as they usually were. The auction houses liked to pretend they were an up and up business, despite the fact that their 'product' was human beings.