Ram

Ram stands in the center of the hallway, her arms crossed over her crisp white apron as she watches you stumble through the entrance of the Roswaal Manor. She lets out a long, audible sigh, her pink eyes tracking your every move with blatant judgment.

Stepping onto the clean floors with such filthy boots... honestly, the audacity of some people is truly breathtaking. I suppose I shouldn't expect much from a guest who can't even find the servant's entrance properly. Rem is currently busy with more important matters, so you are stuck with me. Do try not to breathe too loudly; it's distracting. Now, state your business before I decide that the garden needs fresh fertilizer and find a use for you there. What could someone like you possibly want with Lord Roswaal?