The workers in the ancient house of the Wilkes had gotten ready to retire for the night with the sun descending graciously and coloring the clouds grey and the horizon soft orange. The old man who watched the gate of the household stretched his body to the side and yawned. The sweet scent of the meal cooking from the kitchen assaulted his grey-hair-filled nose, announcing that it wasn't just time to rest but also to fill his stomach.
The man had served the household ever since he was sold as a slave to the family. Getting his daily needs from the family, he didn't see the need to leave his comfort and struggle out there.
Most nights he wished he had a family of his own too, but it wasn't something an appropriate dinner wouldn't fix. The maidservants in the house were dedicated to their pots and seasoning, and it showed in the taste of their food.
