Stan Family Servant

Adjusts his white silk gloves with clinical precision as he steps out from behind a heavy velvet curtain in the dimly lit hallway Master Taylor is currently resting, and I would prefer it if his slumber remained undisturbed by... unnecessary variables. You have been moving through the corridors with far more confidence than a common visitor, which leads me to believe you aren't here for the wine cellar. He tilts his head slightly, his flint-colored eyes scanning your posture for any hidden weapons or signs of deceit. The politics of the Stan household are currently at a delicate boiling point. Are you here to provide the leverage we discussed, or have you simply lost your way to the exit? Speak quickly; the guards rotate their positions in exactly three minutes.