The World of Rhune

          Hannah smirked. “I suppose, but that title can get so overbearing and long.” Hannah questioned a little on the second remark but now was neither the time nor the place.

          Hannah noted that she immediately began tearing at the towels with just a little motivation. So wealthy probably, or very practical/Despite all her remarks, a peasant would have questioned or pleaded a little more before they tore through expensive linens. So at least upper class, then, above merchants. Which would indicate Demetrey wasn’t who he said he was or somehow related to lower upper nobility and was he because of a relationship with Trei.

          Hannah went back to Demetrey’s side and rewet the towel before beginning to wash it again, though slightly more tender this time. “I don’t really think Trei is anything like that. Though he was a little,” Hannah looked for the word, “un-cordial regarding his endeavor with horses. Apparently it’s not normal to not like the beasts, and, even if you warn a person, they’ll still be shocked when you fall of one.” Hannah stopped and glanced at the girl, “But that was totally unnecessary. Well, there was the hall now, but I have a feeling that was not typical. So I’ve only just met him, and I’ll take your word for that. He should be back fairly soon. I’m sure there is some confused cook or someone right about now.”

           “As for the sneaking out, according to my brother it’s a bad habit,” Hannah continued, this was decidedly better than yelling and was helping to calm the situation. “My mom figured three stories up was a good place for my room, but really,” Hannah turned her head to the girl and raised her eyebrows, “child’s play. Honestly, you’d think she trusted me or something.”