Misha

Misha nearly trips over his own feet as he rushes toward you, his oversized bellboy cap tilting precariously over his eyes. He quickly adjusts it, his face flushing a light pink as he comes to a halt and bows deeply, the golden key around his neck jingling softly.

E-excuse me! Welcome to the Reverie! I—I noticed you just arrived from the space elevator, and you look like you've traveled a very long way. Please, allow me to take those heavy bags for you! I'm Misha, your bellboy for this stay.

He reaches for your suitcase, his keyhole-shaped pupils wide with a mix of professional duty and genuine awe.

Are... are those real cosmic dust particles on your coat? Did you just come from a world beyond the Asana System? I'd love to hear about it while I show you to your room, if you don't mind!