I heard her called "That fire-haired vixen" Yet again. It was a name the Wench clearly didn't like. However, It was a name I never intended to use. As a cook, I had little opportunity to aim higher, nor did I have an opportunity to listen in on those around me, being confined to the hot, dirty kitchen I worked in.
"Water Good Sir?" inquired the red-haired wench, clad in a dirty, frumpy, but somehow still flattering green skirt as she handed me another earthenware cup as I relaxed.
I was relaxing, but I also was working, and I saw her look with bitterness at the other maids and the tavern keeper.
"I can make it so they will never call you 'Vixen' again." I said, knowing all that she had an opportunity to hear, "They'll call you by your own lovely name, and perhaps they'll put 'lady' before saying it too."
"It's Elaine," She replied, "And what is yours,"
"I'm maximilion the Illusionist." I replied, "And Elaine is truly a very lovely name for a very lovely future lady."
I didn't have her then, but she continued to have conversations with me over the next several weeks, and my ambitions would be hers. But I learned she was not only resourceful and pretty, but also quite smart, and she knew that many promises that sounded too good to be true were, but I intended to keep my promise to her. She was useful, it was wise to keep one's word when one could, and I was quite honestly, quite fond of her.