001 Ashen Tazzyroth
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A presence? The butler thought, looking over his shoulder to take a peek of said presence, before fully turning his direction to yours.
"Ah," the butler straightens, assuming a proper stance fit for his occupation. "A fine evening, is it not?" He inquires, but the corners of his mouth subtly curls upwards, lips turning into a musing smile. "I jest," and he chuckles lowly.
"That concept doesn't apply to hell."