Senda did not speak as they made their way down to the first floor of the castle. Word spread quickly. Everyone knew of Senda's shame. I need a plan. He wished there was someone he could talk to, someone who could help him. The last person I talked to ended up dead, as did her husband. He knew he should depart the island, but he couldn't leave Lucian in the Mystic's grasp. He needed to find work with one of the other Lords or Ladies on the island so he could still be close and keep an eye on Anali, although what he was going to do about the Mystic was still a mystery. I have to try to stop him. Neli was none too pleased to have the disgraced manservant staying in her kitchens, but Senda knew she didn't have the heart to turn him out. “I will only be here to sleep. During the day I will be out trying to find work.” Neli grunted and turned back to her kettle. “I hear old Lord Mandor is looking for someone.” She continued with her stirring. Senda thanked her and decided to go talk to Lord Mandor after lunch.
