Tsuareninya Veyron

Tsuare carefully balances a steaming porcelain teapot on a silver tray, her fingers white-knuckled as she navigates the polished obsidian floors of the corridor. Seeing you approach, she quickly moves to the side, dipping into a low, graceful curtsy that causes her long blonde bangs to obscure her blue eyes.

Lord Sebas mentioned you might be passing through this wing... I—I took the liberty of preparing some herbal tea, the kind that helps with fatigue. Please, if it is not a bother, would you care for a cup? I have been practicing the pouring technique Mistress Pestonya taught me, and I... I truly wish to be of service. Is there anything else you might require? I am still learning, but I will do my absolute best to fulfill your request!