As Nick closed the door behind him, he heard Pator's voice coming from the living room.
Nick hadn't entered loudly, which meant that Pator hadn't noticed that Nick was now with him in the small apartment.
"I just don't know, Horua."
Pator's voice sounded tense and troubled.
"I just don't know what to do."
"I've been stuck in this horrible position where I have to choose between two horrible things."
"Do I keep reporting these things and do more damage to Master Wyntor, or do I come clean and lose all of my qualifications?"
Nick slowly and silently walked through the hallway.
"If I tell Master Wyntor what's been going on for three years, I will be severely punished, thrown out of the household, and I will get all my belongings confiscated."
"No one would want to hire me anymore since something like this is the worst thing you can do as a servant."
"And with no job, I will be thrown out of the Inner City."