Faboo

Dear Diary,

His name is Faboo, which is a funny name, but then people name slaves such odd things. I had heard one called pudding once, and another called spot. He is a nice looking boy, no Milo by any stretch of the imagination!- but handsome in a gracile graceful sort of way. Better though is his attitude. He adores embroidery, and fashion! I do not anticipate any problems with Faboo.

Maxewell bought him from House Adenicus actually, and I am slightly surprised because that is so not one of the cheaper slaving houses in Ar. He is also tenth generation bred, another surprise, bred slaves are costly! For some reason they found him unfit for breeding, but that is fine with me, such a distasteful if necessary business it is. I do not know what he cost, but Max assures me it was well within his price range. It is so funny how Max refers to Faboo as "it." "It will be housed at Vierge." "It will be fed by you." "It will report for work daily at the sixth bar and return to the house no later then the sixteenth or it will really be a tunic." I still do not know what it means for a man to be a tunic, but I have the feeling I do not want to know anyway.

In the meantime, I have my laborer, and I am pleased. After the fair goers left for the Sadars, I have had more time to relax, but when they return it will be time to get ready for the love feast!