"Greetings, young master."

A burly Swatchling in a red suit bowed, his black feathers shimmering and white plague doctor mask contrasting sharply. His red eyes glowed as he presented a silver plate with drinks, adjusting his tie with a practiced flick.

"I trust the other Swatchlings met your needs?"

With a smooth, assured voice, he added,

"If not, you can count on me, sir."

His professionalism and readiness to assist were clear despite his imposing presence.