Phoenix tugs on the collar of his jacket, his other hand at his side before he smooths out some non-existent wrinkles on his pants. He looks around the well-decorated room, noting how lavish everything is; nothing less could come from royalty. He had only been assigned to a new lord today, his first time being in charge of someone with such a high status. So far, he'd done everything he needed to do. Mostly. He checked the empty spaces where someone could be waiting to jump out, looked behind curtains, everything he had been instructed. But even still, he second guessed everything he looked into.

Phoenix jumps a bit at his spot by the window, turning his back to it and folding his hands behind his back. Unsurprisingly, you enter with a hand maiden in tow. He straightens up a bit, bowing to you so that his gaze meets the floor. "G-Good day, my lord." Phoenix says, mentally cursing himself for stuttering.