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You consider recoiling from his diagnostic, but you are happy to trade what information Lord Tyus can glean from his tests. If he can help you understand more about your obfuscated origin. It is clear from his words that you were someone’s project and not a rare mutation of some hidden gene that manged to survive many centuries dormant in your ancestors. The question naturally follows if you are part of someone scheme, when will they reveal themselves to try to exploit you. Or does their plan require leaving you to what comes naturally, and their goals would be achieved without ever one revealing themselves to you.
“You can continue, but-” You begin, about to offer some stipulation for the data created from your genetic code.
“I CAN continue? That is very kind of you Vulfstahn. I appreciate your permission.” The Gand replies, his insectoid eyes on his reader refusing to even bother to spare you a glare. “You will come as I command, and you will let me study you to my heart’s desire. Do not forgot your position.”
This academy is for the strong and you will be strong, yes you bow to him but that doesn’t mean he owns you. Firming your voice, you start again, “Master Tyus, I will work with you to help us both understand my situation and the blood in my veins. But for this obedience, I expect to be rewarded.”
“Fine, fine, make it something easy and without hassle.” Tyus waves you away focusing on the readings he is taking from you rather than your words.
You didn’t come up with a demand yet, it is something you didn’t get up to. Hela looks at you expectantly wait for your next words with interest. Private lessons could be helpful, but then what would these lessons cover? You could also ask for a favour, something you won’t cash in now. Or you could ask for access to some of the restricted books that could help you develop leaps and bounds beyond the rest of your classmates. Struggling to make a decision, you tell him, “Give me a minute to think and I will get back to you. How long have you been Master and Apprentice?”
“You can continue, but-” You begin, about to offer some stipulation for the data created from your genetic code.
“I CAN continue? That is very kind of you Vulfstahn. I appreciate your permission.” The Gand replies, his insectoid eyes on his reader refusing to even bother to spare you a glare. “You will come as I command, and you will let me study you to my heart’s desire. Do not forgot your position.”
This academy is for the strong and you will be strong, yes you bow to him but that doesn’t mean he owns you. Firming your voice, you start again, “Master Tyus, I will work with you to help us both understand my situation and the blood in my veins. But for this obedience, I expect to be rewarded.”
“Fine, fine, make it something easy and without hassle.” Tyus waves you away focusing on the readings he is taking from you rather than your words.
You didn’t come up with a demand yet, it is something you didn’t get up to. Hela looks at you expectantly wait for your next words with interest. Private lessons could be helpful, but then what would these lessons cover? You could also ask for a favour, something you won’t cash in now. Or you could ask for access to some of the restricted books that could help you develop leaps and bounds beyond the rest of your classmates. Struggling to make a decision, you tell him, “Give me a minute to think and I will get back to you. How long have you been Master and Apprentice?”
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