Jowan (troll childling): Much later, Jowan comes down the steps. The troll childling still looks a bit thin in the skin for his kith, but he is much cleaner- or would be if he hadn't put on the same dirty clothes and voile.
Jowan (troll childling): Slate gray skin, intense green eyes, Jowan is tall for a child of 7 but leaner than many of his kith and if one looks at his face they can see why. He has not eaten regularly or well.
Jowan (troll childling): A situation he hopes the gloves can rectify, "Oh, good morning, Mister Gloves?" He asks the gauntlets, "Could I please have some juice and stuff?"
Jowan (troll childling): The gloves seem to flex at 'stuff' as if to ask a question, but it does prepare orange juice in a glass. "Oh I mean. uh...how about .." He ponders "Scrambled eggs and..." extra hopeful, "Bacon?"
Jowan (troll childling): Exactly where the food came from, the boy's not sure- He thought he saw one door open and close repeatedly but he never saw anything, not even the gauntlets go in and out of it.
Jowan (troll childling): "YES," he says with untrollish enthusiasm. This place is wonderful- he'll never be hungry again.
Jowan (troll childling): The meal is devoured with such rapidity, that if a parental figure here, no doubt he or she would be alarmed the boy would make himself sick.
Jowan (troll childling): but without anyone else about to be polite for, the boy doesn't consider slowing down.
Jowan (troll childling): He looks at the empty plate after, and tries not to burp, "Now I feel kind of bad? Is there a way I can pay for this?"
Jowan (troll childling): The gauntlets point to the tip jar. The boy blinks, eyes it, and the charity box... unsure which is better. Then he decides the tip jar maybe? He takes his last dollar and puts it into the tip jar. Then his last dime, he puts into the charity box.
Jowan (troll childling): "Well, i'm broke" he says, a statement of fact not complaint, "How else can I help pay for future meals?" This time the gauntlets give no answer.
Jowan (troll childling): The troll childling begins to look about the hold, now going into doors and things of the lower levels.
Jowan (troll childling): "They have a library?" from in the library. "Cool."
Jowan (troll childling): "maybe I could clean the cobwebs off the shelves?" he wants to be helpful "but I need supplies for that."
Jowan (troll childling): And so, the vagabond troll goes to other rooms, he finds where the food comes from- there's a kitchen. Then he finds the closet with the cleaning supplies, and soon enough he comes out with a duster, a broom, and a dust pan.
Jowan (troll childling): A moment later from the library "Oh god, it's full of eyes! Eyes with fangs!"
Jowan (troll childling): The young boy, now much paler comes out of the library breathing hard. "So sorry miss.. won't happen again, miss... no cleaning the library cobwebs. I get it, miss sooo so sorry."
Jowan (troll childling): Perhaps this hold is not so safe after all.
Jowan (troll childling): "I'll.. I'll just clean out here." the boy says to no one in particular.