Lion Head Mesa i reach out when i have a confession

In the days that followed his deal being struck, Reyes had been given little down time to truly heal from his wounds, with much of his activities focused on servitude. The free time he managed to snag was spent being mended in quick rounds by Tavina or Nala, so his leg did heal (only slowly) and the rest of his injuries lost the bite of infection. They scabbed over. His leg left him with a limp he thought was extremely obvious, however none of the fellahin made mention of it. Reyes wouldn't let himself be slowed down in any regard; he had many months of work ahead of himself, and if he would find a way to escape all of it the sooner he was mended, deal or no deal.

Perhaps that was why they worked him so hard. There were various factors: Ramesses likely enjoyed having the man under his proverbial thumb, and Reyes had never been subservient to anyone in his life which made him resistant, but above all Reyes tended to work too fast (requiring a redo of his tasks so they were done properly and to the satisfaction of his watchers) or too hard (and suffered for it).

Today he was ordered to mind one of the nobles. The air outside of the man's quarters smelled familiar in that, Reyes knew what fermentation smelled like, and was once a fan of pirate mead or seaside grog, as a youth. This stuff that filled the air now was much the same: sweet, musty, and likely an intoxicant of some sort. The man the scent clung to dragged heel in to the corridor and Reyes caught sight of him.

A rangy fellow. He looked more like one of the fellahin than anything. A warm brackish coat with obvious 'I just woke up and I don't know where I've been' clumps and tangles; a brooding expression on his sharp face that Reyes had seen plenty of times on members of one crew or another.

You look like you've had better days. Reyes commented.

He hadn't meant to sound judgemental, more appraising, and a part of him was actually impressed someone this unhinged could survive within Ramesses' good graces.

Can I get you anything? Reyes asked next, more as an afterthought while he looked upon the man. He clearly needed water or something to stave off the pain of his hangover, but of all the lessons Reyes had picked up he knew not to make too many assumptions - sooner or later someone would give him an order and it was expected that the sanpin would follow through.