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Xaviar looked up at the knock, almost forgetting he had requested Jay to come to his study. "Ah, yes, come in, come in." As Jay would enter, it was obvious that the term 'study' applied loosely to the room. While it was certainly like that of the studies of other royalties, with books lining the walls, a fireplace near the end of the room; it was most likely more appropriate to label it a 'laboratory'. All the books were about sciences, and several shelves proudly displayed bottles of solutions and different materials rather than paper-bound knowledge. There were several tables in the room, each with a different assortment of objects: one held tools and materials for building mechanical machines and weapons. Two others held bubbling solutions of differing meaning, one with organic materials noting for medicinal and poison-making purposes. The other, which Xaviar stood at now, was more element- and mineral-based, seeming to be for the purpose of creating new solutions for a variety of reasons.

"Now, Jaylene--" As he spoke, he continued his work, grinding a black substance into a fine powder with a mortar and pestle. "Or would you prefer me to call you Jay? You hadn't made that clear in the carriage." Gaining the consistency he was looking for, he poured the fine black powder into a vial. Taking up vials of several other ground materials, he poured them altogether in a large flask. "I wished to speak with you about the ways of my home. I understand that you were once a slave, and that you...were not treated correctly." He swirled the flask, mixing the dry ingredients together. "I would presume that you believe that I am either a liar or insane, correct? For--" He poured the ingredients out into a heap on the table. "--in this house, you are not a slave. You are a servant. A person of free will, who has basic rights."

He took a small stick, lighting the end on a candle. "Do you believe I tell you the truth?"