.:Nikolaos Oliviri:.

When the other master asked what his name was, Nikolaos couldn't help but feel a little stunned. I wasn't really expecting anyone above my 'station' to care about such things. But obviously she did, and it kinda warmed his heart. "I'm Nikolaos," he said politely. As he turned back to look for one more pan, another girl walked in; it was the same girl form the room. The girl who said she had always been a slave. He watched as she bustled around in the kitchen. She looks like she knows whats she's doing, he though happily. There was nothing worse then sharing kitchen space with an imcompetent fool. "Excuse. I'm not sure if you remember me, but I met you in the holding room. I'm Nikolaos. I was wondering if you knew where anymore round cake pans were?"