The open wood panel Study was of a considerable size. It felt more like a small library, having walls lined with books and a large desk sitting in the corner. It was also quiet enough to host a private conversation between a dirty, subservient potato haulier, Adrien, and his colleague, the Head Butler for the Potato Farm's residence, Nino.
Nino clicked his tongue and fiddled with the dark cuff of his Butler's suit. After looking at Adrien with a serious expression, he folded his arms and glanced around with a troubled sense of indecisive confusion. Nino was bewildered to the point of huffing short breaths in distress, all by this one strange event. He uncrossed his arms and began to fiddle with the Bulter Jacket once more, completely perturbed by Adrien's peculiar case.
Nino Lahiffe was going onto the ripe age of forty-one by the end of the harvest season. His duties included the overseeing of all Managerial actions at the farm and maintaining the well-kept household for his Masters to live in. He also caters as a private servant to the owners of this humble potato farming business — to the owners of one and a half thousand hectares of open flatland farm estate.
He gave Adrien - a past friend of his that he helped out with acquiring a job on the estate - one more look before enquiring further into the matter.
"A Raven Haired... Banshee, you say..." His eyes darted around the room as he tried to remember if the Master hired any Banshees in the last few months. "Well, I can't rightly say that I could put a name to your mysterious woman, Young Mr Adrien. My apologies, I can't be of any help to you."
Adrien took a deep sigh and clapped a hand on the Butler's shoulder. "Thank you, my friend. I will surely repay your kindness one day."
"Hmm, hmm, hmm," Nino chuckled with a stroke of his thin pencil moustache, "You could always buy me a drink you know... the offer still stands for your invitation to the local tavern with me."
Adrien's smile grew a little brighter, "Alas my good friend, I cannot join you. You know full-well my situation with the townsfolk, very sensitive that one is."
"Ahh yes, how goes that, by the way?" Nino took a step back into the open study. He twisted around and reached for a small pitcher of water on the table, pouring himself a glass before offering Adrien one as well. "I hear your reputation is preceding you."
"Aye, I know." Adrien took a quick look around the room before lowering his voice, "And I would prefer you to keep to your discretion when discussing my ulterior jobs, as I said, it is a very sensitive topic."
"Of course, Young Master Adrien."
Adrien nodded in appreciation. He downed the glass and slowly turned to leave the room when Nino called to him.
"I would, however, advise that you keep this eccentric hobby of yours out of the limelight with the Raven Haired Banshee you were talking about. If I remember correctly, she did see you last night."
"Yes, I am well aware of this, thank you, Nino." Adrien rolled his eyes before grasping the door handle and exiting the room, leaving the Butler with an unsatisfactory taste of clandestine in his mouth.
Author's Notes
Clandestine; a phrase which here means "kept secret or done secretively, especially because illicit"
