narration (2)

Neko is responsible for checking, but he is tempted to ignore it. He opens the door to a woman in a heavy cloak, who is likely a priestess. Neko is offended when she calls him a boy, but claims to be eight and the fastest with a blade in the castle. It was his responsibility to check. Neko knew that, yet it was so tempting to ignore. Open the door. A female voice demanded. Sure, sure, I'm coming. He grumbled, as he lurched out of the locad and wrapped his threadbare blanket tightly around himself. The room was bitterly cold, and he rubbed his hands together as he went to open the door. He yanked hard, hard enough to make his hands ache. He was not quite big enough to work around the castle. He could not carry the swords, the axes, or the other weapons, but they'd put him to task anyway. A woman in a heavy cloak stood in the snow and moonlight, her blue eyes capturing him. May I help you? He didn't recognize her but the cloth of her gown and robe were quite fine, which meant she must be one of the priestesses. Her brown head together. You're just a boy. Offended, Neko puffed out his chest. I'm eight, and the fastest in the castle with a blade. I'll bet you are.