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When one thinks of a noble household, the image in their mind’s eye is usually only that of the top of the goblin pole. The actual nobility, that is, but that does quite a disservice to the hundreds to thousands of laymen that also exist within the bounds of that household, and that is not even counting other noble vassals and courtiers. To simplify it for the sake of uneducated ears, unlike yourself, one can imagine a noble estate very similar to that of a workhouse, though much more luxurious, of course. Its bounds usually contain, and often houses, the servants of said family who have traditionally worked for one noble family who employed them for generations. A sort of commoner vassalage, if you will. Now, with so many servants who perform such a wide array of tasks, from gardening to smithing to housecare, the hierarchy has naturally sprouted up. While each fiefdom has a degree of autonomy, the trends of this hierarchy have usually stayed the same from house to house.
Now, why is this important? Because even the maids of the estate have a hierarchy in their ranks, from leadership to laundry, to cleaning, and, of course, to cooking. The scullery maid is one such example, a servant at the lowest point of the servant hierarchy, usually having the role of chef’s assistant and predominantly a job worked by young women like yourself. It is also an occupation where the maid is supposed to be unseen by the nobles and other servants. To them, their work will miraculously appear without note or fanfare. It is the role that suits both you and Alyssa the best, for if one who is not the maid boss happens to see a scullery maid, they are likely to simply ignore them rather than cause a fuss. There’s also the bonus that their quarters are always easy to find for one looking, in a corner of the estate oft forgotten about by anyone of note.
And that is where you find yourself now. In a dingy, forgotten, but not abandoned section of the estate. You’ve never been here before, but like always, your intuition was correct. Though there is one minor issue, the scullery maids are some of the first to rise in the morning so that they may get about their duties while the rest of the manor still sleeps, and you and Alyssa, both gorgeous women, if you must say so or a quality more refined than the simple peon stick out like a sore thumb against faces that are so… common. Also, your completely black cloaks don’t help either.
However, as you walk through a backdoor into the changing and washroom next to the scullery quarters, you believe you should count yourself lucky that only two maids are currently inhabiting it. In their grogginess, neither of the young women seems to notice you as they dress themselves and spray what looks to be a concoction of magical and mundane perfumes. Maybe that is why the manner smells so much of sweetness?
