Gavin raised his hands. Oh great, again with this. "I am letting you go," he barked at the same time his employer commented, "I usually don't own slaves, thank you anyway."
Letting out a sharp breath, the falconer tried to make her see reason. "Look, I don't know where you came from, but it won't be safe for you to try to get back there on your own. Mister Jacobson is just pointing out that I'm...responsible for you now."
Which he was currently thrilled about.
"I hope this will not interfere with your work, falconer," his employer said simply, giving him a warning look before turning on his heel and walking away.
Gavin let out a long breath. "Great. Just great."