A group of maids surrounded Lord Evans' bed as he laid there in his white silk pajamas. His hair was cleaned from the bath he'd just taken, and the dirt from his travels to Viraaz had been scrubbed away.
Bandages were wrapped around his wrists with a salve that soothed the rash that had formed from the chains as well.
The maids were each busy tending to him.
Two were massaging his feet, another two massaged his hands, one fanned him and the final one was feeding him his dinner.
"My Lord, you have unjustly been through a great ordeal. That must've been so hard for you." Said Marie, the ginger maid who was serving him.
Lord Evans grunted, "I'm not some weak peasant who can't handle a little hardship. It's the fact that I had to at all. Someone of my stature should never be put in the position I was in."
"That's right, my Lord, you never should've been put in that position." Leslie, a black-haired maid who was massaging his left hand, said softly.
