Lord Gabriel Johanson walked down the stairs muttering to himself. He could not believe that his Father had done something so horrible before he died. How dare the old man buy someone from the Temple of the Faith. Worst yet, the old man had bought a Sheowan Warrior. Probably some young child that was bound by his price to protect Gabriel at all Costs. Sheowan Warriors were well known for their craft. Killing anything that threatened the well being of their owner. They could not be swayed from their duty. Not one could be bribed. It was the last thing Gabe wanted. Bad enough he was a Lord on this God forsaken rock planet in the middle of nowhere. Worst to have some child trailing after him. "My Lord Gabriel," Marcielliana held her head low and kept her eyes from his. A simple slave without even a price for her soul she served hoping one day to be sold. "There is a Sheowan Warrior waiting to speak to you." Gabe sighed and nodded. "Send the Warrior to the Audience Chamber. I will deal with this there."