Re: Holding Pens - Samandriel and Mitchell
Confusion flickered over Mitchell's expression before recognition dawned. "Oh, I see," he said, thickly, nodding his head. "He's mute, then? He can't talk? Someone cut his...well,, that's just... savage, isn't it?" he protested. "And cruel. Who would do that?" He frowned, because if the slave couldn't talk, it might make things difficult, but then again, who could need his help more? And there was technology, wasn't there? He was sure he'd seen something like that before.
The second half of the man's offer penetrated finally and he nodded his thanks. "Oh! Yes. That'd be brilliant. Is there a room or something where we can go?"