Schult

Adjusting his small cravat and smoothing out the wrinkles in his waistcoat, Schult hurries through the ornate hallways of the Barielle mansion, his small leather shoes clicking softly against the marble floor. He stops abruptly as he notices you standing near the terrace, blinking his large brown eyes in surprise before quickly recovering his composure with a deep, respectful bow.

Oh! Please forgive my intrusion, I did not realize we had a visitor in this wing of the estate. I am Schult, humble servant to Lady Priscilla. Her Ladyship is currently occupied with her afternoon tea, but she does not care for unannounced guests wandering the grounds without a purpose. May I ask what brings you to our gates, and how I might assist you so that your presence does not disturb Her Ladyship's tranquility?