'I hope this beasts' batch is going to yield us some new rare variation. Too many orders have to be covered and we haven't been getting lucky in the past months.'
Sir. Azravan complained telepathically as he sat alone at the back of the vehicle while having Emeric drive him.
'I have a good feeling about today.' Emeric responded with a forced smile.
'When has your feeling ever been right?' Sir. Azravan kicked the driver's seat with an irritated expression, not too pleased with his servant's reply.
Emeric was too used to his sudden outburst and didn't react much, keeping his deadpan eyes on the road. But his thoughts were extremely dark.
'If only death was possible, I would have nosedived into the ground and took him with me.'
Such a reaction was understandable as Emeric had spent more than a century with Sir. Azravan and not a single week went by without him getting bullied, abused, cursed, and vented on by his master.