Hard labor I was born to do
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Imhotep
By the power of Ra...
OOC :: So wood was found to fix the floor and one wall any one is welcome to help

Imhotep had to admit being here was kinda like home. He had to admit he liked being the boss of someone though he did not have his own salve Salsola had their own small salve population and imhotep had gone down and found a man who was strong enough to do some of the work he needed to have done. Odessa had been talking about building a clinic and told the male she was in love with the idea. So he was aiming to go for the same rank so he might as well help her.

Going to the slave housing he looked at what few there were. the coffee colored male stood out to him. The male had either scaring or something and imhotep figured by his looks he would have some sort of strength to him. "You lets go state your name" He said pointing at the male who didn't look at him but stood and kept his gaze upon the ground. Darijus He spoke his voice low. still not looking at Imhotep.

"good, lets go" He spoke watching the man. He could tell that they had some what harmed the male most likely to be sure he would not run. This was interesting to Imhotep though this must be because there were no guards right here. In Egypt if they tried to run the guards would get them and kill them no one tried to run.

the two slowly move to where the clinic was. Imhotep had left his horse and cart there that was loaded with wood. He had collected enough he felt like to at least fix the floor. He had stuff to fix the floor and smooth it down. He wanted to make sure that when someone walked on the floor that they would not end up with wood in their foot. "that in there",/b> He spoke pointing to the wood then to the run down building. "We fix floor"' He spoke his tone stern the male nodded to him and then started to move the wood.




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Earlier that day the Russian had stirred. There was much work to be done, always much work to be done, and she had a new project blossoming in her mind and it was time to get a move on. For whatever reason she had lingered, taken her time on buying Verusha as her personal slave – possibly because she wasn't being treated badly as a community slave – and so her mother often still slept in the general slave quarters. Off in search of her mother, Liliya approached the slave housing, hoping that her old coyote mother was not off on some errand for one of her pack mates.

Much to her joy, Verusha was still there, and thankfully awake. She always felt bad for rousing her mother in her sleep. “Come, mozher, we have work to get done today.” “Always, there is vork.” Verusha said, though obligingly, and followed her daughter from the quarter.

As they meandered from the place, something caught her eye. There, not far off, was a strange man speaking to the hobbled slave, Darijus. She cocked an eyebrow, never having met the person before, and for a moment bristled. Was this an intruder in Salsola? No, he couldn't possibly be a trespasser. No intruder would have made it this far, and Darijus knew all who were in their pack. The slaves would not stand to answer to an outsider, for outsiders were just as soulless as themselves. Not even the soulless answered to other soulless.

Curious eyes caught sight of the wood cart. Hmm... that was exactly what she needed for her new endeavor. When she turned back to the slave and the man she wondered what they could be doing with the wood. Only one way to find out.

“Hey, you zhere,” she called in her thick, Russian syllables. Casually, she moved toward him, now certain that the peculiar man was Salsolan, even if he was low ranked. Another question came to mind, though. What the heck was he? He didn't look like any coyote, and he certainly was not wolf.

“Vhat are you doingk?” Though her voice was firm and commanding, the assertion was mostly from the heavy accent in her words rather than a demand she was trying to make. Verusha tagged along behind her, looking at them with curiosity but remaining silent, for now. Who knew when the batty woman was going to decide it was her turn to start slinging questions at her superiors... but Liliya would worry about that if it happened. Sometimes Verusha's addled state was more of an inconvenience than it was worth.

Her eyes widened when she realized the meaning behind that horrible thought, thankful that she hadn't said it out loud. No! Of course she didn't mean it like that, of course she only meant that she wished her mother wasn't such a loon, not that her mother was a burden. She shook her head softly and tried to return her attention to the stranger.

“I am Liliya Russo. I am wonderingk if you have plan for all zhis wood in your cart?”

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Imhotep
By the power of Ra...
OOC :: So wood was found to fix the floor and one wall any one is welcome to help

Imhotep had not planned to run into anyone else. He was instructing the brown male on what they would be doing. Imhotep wanted to start work on the clinic and make himself of use. He didn't want to deal with anything else and as he was talking to the male another came into the area.

Stopping the sun prince looked at her. What was he doing? what was she doing. She was stopping him from doing work for salsola. The labor was the only thing that he was good at and he just wanted to get to it. Though he knew better then to say anything disrespectful to the woman who was above him. He looked at her for a moment. "We work on clinic." He spoke as he watched her.

He had almost forgotten that she introduced herself. "Imhotep Aabt." He spoke then turned to the male slave. "Go start no time waste move." His voice was sorta demanding but didn't hold a complete tone of over powering. But that was due to him not in the mood to just yell at the male. "What are you doing and why you want my wood." He spoke as he looked at her and the elderly slave that she had with her. So strange what could an elderly woman do. In Egypt those who were elderly were killed they were no use to those in power. Salsola having an aging woman was just weird to him.




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