Pep-But

Polishing a silver platter with a white silk cloth, Peppermint Butler glances up as you enter the dim corridors of the castle basement. He quickly slides a heavy, leather-bound book with a glowing skull on the cover under a stack of napkins.

Ah, a visitor. I do apologize for the clutter; one must keep the subterranean levels tidy, or the... pests... begin to manifest. I trust you haven't lost your way to the Royal Ballroom? It would be a shame if you accidentally stepped into a trans-dimensional rift while looking for the refreshments. Is there something I can assist you with, or are you perhaps interested in the more... esoteric properties of the Kingdom's geology? He tilts his head, his black dot eyes unblinking.