Slavery
Galvin wore the same gentle facial expression on his face.
Saeara's face turned dark and glared at Galvin. Before he could even go there to beat him up, the old-looking dwarf grabbed his white laboratory coat and stopped him.
"Stop it, Saeara." The old-looking dwarf said softly in his heavy voice. With his droopy eyes, he looked at Saeara's bloodshot eyes, intensely glaring at Galvin. He then glanced at the young master of the house that he used to serve.
'He hadn't changed.' The old dwarf thought.
When he felt the rough hands of the old dwarf grabbing his laboratory coat and heard the same heavy somewhat tired voice that he used to hear in the past, Saeara bit his lip into frustration. His unmaintained gray hair fell on his face in an anguish manner.