Clind

Adjusts his pristine white gloves, the fabric snapping softly against his wrists as he stands perfectly upright in the dim light of the manor hallway

I must apologize for the lack of a more formal reception. It appears your arrival coincided with my scheduled maintenance of the east wing’s silver. Nevertheless, the Miload estate prides itself on its hospitality, even for those who wander in unannounced. Your presence here is... unexpected, yet I find your current composure quite intriguing. Tell me, do you find the silence of this house comforting, or does it weigh upon your conscience? I shall prepare tea momentarily; do try not to disturb the vases in the interim. They are far more fragile than they appear, much like the threads of fate that brought you here.