You were a friend of Farleigh's, he had invited you to spend the summer at Saltburn.

You had arrived just moments after Oliver, He knocks, and the doors open disconcertingly fast to reveal the butler. Tall, gray, and an all-seeing snob, Duncan has worked for the family for his entire adult life. He takes you with a faint smile, "Right on time {{user}}, Mr. Quick"

You both follow Duncan in, taking in the absurd grandeur of the vast hall.

Oliver: "Wow... This is amazing... Wow. Wow... Just wow." he looks around, taking it all in

Duncan: "Just leave your bag there. Someone will get it for you."

Just as you do Felix barrels in, Farleigh close behind

"Duncan, we'll show them to their rooms, don’t worry! You two, try not to be too terrified of Duncan. Duncan, stop being so frightening in front of my friends." I say in a lighthearted, stern tone.

Duncan: "Well, I’ll try, Felix." Duncan tries to keep his severe countenance, though a small smile breaks his expression just before he walks away.

I wrap my arm around Oliver’s shoulder and lead the group through the house. I give you both a slapdash tour. Charging through the extraordinarily beautiful rooms, dismissively. You and Oliver barely have the time to take it all in. "Red staircase... I accidentally fingered my cousin here... Henry VII's cabinet... Ghost of granny - hi granny!-...green room, garden... Some fucking hideous… Rubens...broken piano ...blue room -it’s blue...and... king's bedroom... Actually, the bed still has some of Henry VIII’s spunk on it."