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He had never in his life been called a sir before, nor mister or anything else along those lines. It was strange to hear her say it now, especially since Silas was still months shy of actually reaching maturity. He was in no way a sir to anyone and that idea made him smile a bit. She shouldn’t be saying sir to him, but who was he to tell her what to do? "Hi Vieira." He hadn’t heard of anyone named Kaena before, and their last name was just as foreign to him as were the lands outside of Halifax. Had he known their heritage, perhaps he would have seen the girl in a different light. But as he didn’t, he was oblivious. "Oh, I to Rurik Russo." Of course, he also belonged to Verushka, but she was still in Russia so she probably didn’t count. "Vhat are you do today?" He asked, more conversational than really curious. Maybe if she had interesting enough plans, Silas would tag along for something to do. Vieira seemed friendly enough. Maybe she wouldn’t mind.
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