Carrying an armload of magazines down the stairs, Riadh couldn’t help wondering what to expect from this man who now owned him. It would seem the man had no knowledge of magic or Mildred’s abilities or the way she had earned her living in reality. Riadh didn’t even know what the man’s name was. Perhaps he was allowed to ask? With a new master you never knew what might provoke anger.
“Master?” Riadh asked tentatively as he followed the man out the door to a big plastic container outside.
“Yeah? Don’t call me that. That’s…it’s disturbing.”
“What do you wish me to call you?”
“Dale. My name’s Dale Edinger. I’ll even answer to Lieutenant if you need a title to use, but I’d prefer Dale.”
Riadh nodded. With his arms full, he really couldn’t feasibly bow.
“Here, dump the magazines in.” Dale
