Hope watched Marchurio and Sienna walk around the house, cleaning and fixing dinner. Marchurio was telling his mother of his day in town. He was a land owner and he collected rents from his tenants to keep his household running. He also had a vineyard on the side of the manor and he tended to the grapes by hand. He was incredibly possessive of his grapes. He wouldn't let anyone touch them for fear they would destroy his crop.
"Zeliath is sick," Marchurio said, turning to face his mother.
"Oh no, what happened to dear Zeliath?" Sienna asked as she looked up from the soup she was stirring. Her eyes flickered briefly toward Hope before she turned back to stir her pot.
"He got food poisoning," Marchurio said shaking his head.
Hope frowned at Marchurio. Something he said was niggling at the
