You slowly open the door to your master’s chamber. The room is dark, with the open window letting in the only light. Sitting in the bed, is your master, a half empty bottle of alcohol in his hands. He stares at you with his exhausted, golden-brown eyes. His breath is raspy and labored, as per usual. “Close the window, I fear that another gust of a wind should send me into another coughing fit..” He was always sick, and one of your many duties was to care for him.