Evander had felt this way before only it had been two dipolmats gambing and wagerng very heatedly over who would take the wager, namely him. And he didn't like it now any more than he did then. He gathered the food up neatly. "Thank you for the food.," he started as he slowly tried to stand up steadiliy. "I will use the washroom and then go. I do not wish to upset either of you further."
He turned his head to Nell, pausing before he spoke softly. "You get paid. Be glad because some.... don't." Evander dropped his eyes to the floor as he tooks a few slow awkward steps as everything hurt. Part of him wished he was back in Cordoba because at least this wouldn't have happened and he'd be safe, though the other part just still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that he really wasn't a slave anymore either.