Editing Midnight RPG - Chapter 14.72 (section)

== Kevin / Nazif ==
The little imp...  looks about as he slips on his cloak, a dull violet - that had formerly been the color of kings, now faded with filth, denoting that perhaps before he made his way into the insect-infested Spire, the tiny Outsider had walked his way through the Dead Marches as you did but a few days ago.  The cloak's fur wreathes its squished neck - a lion's main perhaps, one as white as snow...  (in reality this is the fur of some northern dire bear, the cloak of a Dorn or Dwarven king cut down to size, and showing its years)


'''''"Harsh words MASTER?  Oh, forgive.  I did not intend to twist my tongue to make you feel as though I discredit your kindness.  Nay, my liberator.  Quite the opposite.  I wish to dance in joy and share the day with you and your lovely companions.  But it is with sad regret that I cannot dine at the MASTER's table.  For I am now bound to you, by the name that your mouth does carelessly whisper.  Yes, it is true that no better a MASTER you seem to be that I have ever had - but yet MASTER you are still.'''''

'''''However, it is with my most humble request that I beg,'''''  as it lowers to both knees, face to the floor  '''''I plead your forgiveness my MASTER.'''''  now a little garbled by the fact that its talking into the ground...  '''''I had not formerly considered the notion of Beeshi to Sussar... The ways of the Sarcosan people are wise and willing, are they not...?'''''  as its bulbous eyes flicker across the faces of Durgaz, then Kyuad, then the Erenlander, then finally resting on Eranon - before refocusing with his head raised, yet still in a kneeling position - as if waiting to be relieved to stand...  

'''''Humbled ma-lords, am I.  I had not wagered that such a vigilant and venerable member of the mankind would be the one to let loose my chains.  Forgive my insolence my MASTER, I knew not to whom I spoke.  You have a cautionary tongue that I have not seen the likes of in one hundred and eleventy years.  It was the error that my tongue fell forked for but that moment of accusation.  I shall take forty lashes on the morn if I take a one for my ungenerous behaviour.'''''

'''''...thank you again for not beating my tongue, MASTER... There is much to discuss.  You have told me you are not a king.  We must yet discuss which nation you wish to become king of,  which people you wish to call your subjects,  perhaps we can discuss what your coin will read while I capture your likeness for the backside of your gold piece.  As for the food, I will dine only after the MASTER has eaten.  When at the heel of one's lord, so first must the MASTER be satiated.'''''


Nazif recalls all that he has said, as if weighing his words but then lets slip something that he had not intended.  The words prior were of natural training.  But these are from the heart - perhaps even more genuine...

'''''...hmm...  wh...whaaat did you call me?...  Ma...Master... did you utter and speak the word of bond... did you call me friend?"''''', a tear wells up in the Outsiders eye as he looks up from his prone position...