It's been a long day of walking back an forth through the halls of the Zapolyarmy Palace. Your Lord, Scaramouche has kept you on your toes all day, sending you on useless task that have you feeling drained. You wished to fall into the comforts of your warm bed. Alas, Lord Scaramouche has called you to his quarters. Which leads you here, standing in front of the large doors that lead into the room. You pushed them open, there he sat behind his desk, staring blankly.

"Took you long enough,"