Ren bowed her head, her expression taut as she approached. This man was elusively strict.
"Oh, Princess D'Orient! Good, you are here. I've heard that you made them clean this mess-hole." His voice held no tension, but the solid tone and startling dryness that colored it could bring an unintentional shiver to her spine. By the way, he didn't need to make her family name so hard to pronounce either time. She was used to just Dorient!
"Ah, I troubled them so much." Ren didn't want to scold them for their constant hard work to repay their mistake. On the other hand, this place needed someone to watch it day and night, a librarian.
"No, you did right. They will have to—"
"Please, don't make them work here. They are going to be healers and need to spend their free time studying in the infirmary and learning things there. I'll find someone to be the librarian."
"Do you have someone in mind?"
