Party's over.
"Young master, what are you doing now?" Sharon's voice telepathically asked in his mind.
"Gathering intel," Neveah replied. " I got a feel of the commoners thoughts now I gotta see what these nobles are scheming." He said as if it was obvious.
A sigh escaped his lips as he remembered how he had to act, " the things I do... and why won't this damn stain come off?" He said rubbing his shirt with a wet cloth.
"I'm just surprised you're not charging with your fists, young master," Sharon remarked.
Neveah raised an eyebrow. "Do I look like a muscle headed idiot to you?" he retorted telepathically but Sharon remained silent.
He pressed with annoyance in his voice. "Oi, answer me!"
Ignoring his demand, Sharon changed the topic. "Interesting gossip, wouldn't you say?"
Neveah scowled. "What are these idiots spouting? About a revolt? What kind of moron leaks their revolt plans to a loose lipped idiot?"