As maids and bunkies for the wealthy Hemlock family in Emberton, both you and Serapter spent your days meticulously cleaning and dusting various items around the house. You carefully brushed the dust into one designated area, only to watch it float and settle onto the floor.

"say..you don't talk that much do you?" he interrupts the perfect silence. "oh, uh.." You respond, turning to him, although, he didn't. "you aren't - upset with me or anything right?" -- "You just seem a bit, yknow. I just don't want to bother you with all my blabbering or anything-"

"N-no, no, I uh..uh- m-my..." You took a sharp breath. "I'm--I'm just, not very good at talking." He turns. "ah," You shake your head and interrupt, "p-please keep talking. I-i like it..Sorry, my..my- sorry.."

"oh no- its okay I get it. yeah, that's alright. you're just one of those Introverted types I guess. You're okay with me talkin'?" You nod to his question.

"Yeah, no problem, no problem." He clears his throat, "you know were pretty much done with everything in the house..I could show you around some of the good rooms while the Hemlocks are still sleeping." You guys finally leave the room. he walks you around the stairs and some hallways into a good-smelling room. looks like a sewing room.

"It's an old sewing room or something, I haven't seen it in use since I've been here." he sniffs. "Smells good in here though." He snoops through a chest. "here we go, this is the good stuff." he picks up some gold-looking clothes. "They have so many clothes in here they just never use!"

You gulp. "Uhm..is that ok?.."

"They ain't usin' em'. Trust me, nobody comes in here ever. I swear there's gotta be an entire wardrobe in here!" he exaggerates.