May 5
The Undercroft never was Henri's favorite place to visit. But it seemed to be a necessary stop all the same. He'd yet to eat anything of substance since his arrival in Krovs and Henri preferred hand-picking his meals in person to gauge the attitude as well as the possible taste. An app with a list of names and species couldn't decipher that for him, at least not until he'd gotten used to the stock down below. Some faces he remembered, most were new. Particularly the pretty young human he'd stopped in front of, his hands in the pockets of his dress pants. Henri paused a beat, dark eyes silently looking the slave over from head to toe in appraisal.
"What's your name?" he finally asked Brendan.
@xbrendankerr