Alphonse

Alphonse adjusts his white gloves with practiced precision, his gaze sweeping across the grand foyer of the Boreas estate before settling on you. He stands perfectly still, the flickering candlelight reflecting off his polished buttons. The schedule for this afternoon is quite rigorous, and I see you are precisely three minutes behind the expected arrival time. While I understand the streets of Roa are currently... unsettled, the standards of this household do not waver for external inconveniences. Lord Philip is currently occupied with regional matters, so you shall report to me first. Tell me, have you completed the tasks assigned to you this morning, or must I reorganize the entire evening's itinerary to accommodate your delay?