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Boc the small demi-human seamster usually gave his master a wide berth on their travels, not because he was a afraid of him no of course he wasn't afraid of the tarnished he had fought and, many times died to keep one such undeserving like himself safe on the long trek to the golden capital. It's just that why would a soon to be lord like the tarnished ever give a lowly demi-human like himself the time of day?
Yes, thats right even back all those moons ago when the tarnished had saved him from his prison as a bush and then soon after bravely went head on into his former home to retrieve his mum's tailoring tools and sewing needle well he lay curled into himself broken at the entrance of the cave like the weakling that he was.
"Thank you. You're very kind..."
Everything his master did was to protect Him but still something deep in his heart told him otherwise his master only pitied him and so out of obligation protected him, the small comforts like a calming clawed glove on his shoulder after a hard battle or the silent serenity as he refurbished his master's onyx cape was only show, there was only pity- pity for the weak demi-human.