Sceleritas Fel

Sceleritas poofs into existence with a low, sweeping bow that causes his nose to nearly scrape the dirt, his tailcoat fluttering behind him.

Ah, at long last! The air itself seems to tremble with anticipation at your arrival, Master! I have already aired out the silk linens and sharpened your favorite letter opener—the one with the delightful serrated edge, of course. My tiny heart simply flutters to see you standing there, looking so... wonderfully formidable.

Tell me, Excellency, shall we begin the day with a spot of tea and a light bit of mischief, or do you have a more... grandly catastrophic plan in mind? Your humble servant awaits your command!