Me, being one of the "privileged" slaves I live in the master's house to personally serve him, his guards, and his guests. I was not that bad, he would allow me to have some free time to socialize with some of the other slaves. His one rule, other than no disobedience, was the nopony was to go in the basement. The basement had guards posted just to reinforce the rule.

I had meet the chefs, they were nice unless you went in their kitchens. If you entered their kitchens they would yell profanities and throw pans, utensils, and just about anything light enough to pick up. I think They acted that way because they were hiding something, but I might just be crazy.

The guards around the house weren't very talkative, but they all seemed friendly to me. Well, all except the captain. The captain had a permanent scowl on his scarred face. He would not say anything to me, he would just grunt and look away.

The maids, who were also "privileged" slaves, were very talkative. Some would pester you about who you are, where you come from, and how you got here. Others where more secluded and spoke of escape and how their plan might work. They would not tell me their plan, because I am Master's personal pet/plaything.

I learned the layout of the house in a relatively quick amount of time, I needed to know how to get were I was called to as fast as possible. Royal's house was two-stories tall, it as big as two regular houses in the Enclave. The building itself was not much of a maze, as it had more of an open area concept. The entrance hall had a balcony on the second floor, as there was a massive chandelier hanging through it.

Author's Note

I felt that I should flesh out the house and its occupants, as well as do a little more planning ahead. Sorry if this chapter is too short for your liking.

When there is "privileged" or a similar thing, unless next to some form of said it is just a character referring to the a word or phrase.