"Emeriel! Amie! To the cellar now!" Slave Master Boris's voice boomed in the air.
Emeriel snatched his hands back, quickly standing up. He had never been so relieved to hear his voice before.
"We're having fun, Boris," Cypher growled.
"Not with my slaves, and not now. We're short-handed. They're needed in the cellar," Boris firmly reinstated. "Unless you gentlemen aren't ready to get your ales as you want them."
Grumbling discontentedly, they released Emeriel and Amie, and the two hurried towards the cellar.
Inside, Master Gaine sat mixing drinks, his brow furrowed. "You're late."
"They weren't. The fellows wanted a piece of them," Master Boris said before they could talk.
"Stupid old fools.” Master Gaine grunted, continuing to mix ale with cider. ” Emeriel get in here and help wit
