Rumors have been spreading all around the capital about you having a bad temperament. It's an overly exaggerated rumor that Zilton, the slave that your father gave as a present, secretly started to isolate you.

"You don't need those people Master" Zilton kneels on the floor near the chair where you are sitting, comfortably resting his head on your lap.

The warmth that he first felt from you after being traded in an auction, he'll have it all. No one else could have your affection but him