As the late morning light filtered through the grand windows of White Pine Mansion, Mr. Pierce stood in the hallway, clipboard in hand, meticulously reviewing the day's schedule. His eyes, though tired from a restless night, were sharp and attentive. He made a brief stop at the kitchen, where he observed the staff preparing lunch for the blackwoods as well as themselves. It was 12PM and he was still a bit tired. He decided to check in on some other rooms and see if they needed cleaning. He started to walk down the long hallways dusting bits as he went along, hearing the servants chatter as they prepared lunch filled the halls. Clown stopped at a window looking outside at the large spruce forest that seemed too close for comfort. Though he pushed that thought aside and decided to just rest here for the meantime. He’d been overworked for months at this point. Though he was not very vocal about it. The servants always checked up on him though sensing that something was wrong.. “fuck.. another long day…” He muttered to himself as his jet black hair fell over his unique jesters mask..