"All that you left behind you must leave there and that includes your Vishkar..." he said bluntly. "Vishkar has no sway here, they do not exist. And thus you do not work for them anymore" he added. It may have come across as cruel to do such a thing but Tristram was a very honest man. He also had very little time for certain attachments and ways in which people restricted themselves through loyalties or fear or commitment or disability.
His stern expression however faded when he took more notice of her arm. It really was a prosthetic! He was truly stunned by the workmanship, how it appeared on the outside. Suddenly he regretted his comments about Vishkar. However, what was said had been said. He could only do what he could to show understanding. "I apologise" he said, clearing his throat.
"If you wish yo have a job here then I am willing to hire you to see how you manage here. Say, a two week trial to see if you are happy enough working here" he offered.