"Commander, it's time for morning prayers."
"Mr. Kraft, I left your breakfast on the table. Oh, and the lessons you missed yesterday, along with last week's teaching materials."
"Commander, are you going to oversee morning drills today?"
"Priest, next week's night-watch roster is ready. Please look it over."
"Your Excellency, here are the costs for all the repair materials and labor from last month. Also, the carpenter says there isn't enough oak in the Priyell Domain. Should we buy some elsewhere or use another kind of wood instead? The results might..."
"Reverend Abbot, Baron would like to know if you have time soon to offer him some spiritual guidance, and to discuss the land purchase we spoke about before."
"My brother, based on past experience, we'd best agree on a wheat-buying plan with the tenant farmers before harvest season, so we can prepare for winter early."
"Commander, we've drawn up a list of the monastery buildings we've found damaged so far. Which ones do you think we should repair first?"
"Teacher, um, it's nothing. You go ahead and get on with your work."
"The stonemasons say they don't have enough hands. It'd be best to hire people from down the mountain to help."
"Commander, there's another letter. It has your name on it, but the title says 'lecturer.' Could it have been sent to the wrong person?"
"Commander, about that thing we discussed earlier..."
"Commander!"
"Commander?"
"Mr. Kraft. Sir? Your breakfast seems to have gone cold. Should I get you another serving?"
"Thanks, no need. Take the toast back to the kitchen and warm it by the stove. You can serve it with lunch." A stiff, lifeless face slowly lifted and met the visitor's gaze.
Though it was rather unethical, Kup couldn't help thinking of the expressionless faces they'd discussed