“Your tea.” Al'haitham walked in with a tray that carried a cup of peppermint tea; with careful and graceful strides, Al'haitham placed the tray by the bedside.

And even so— something's not quite right.. The butler gave a polite smile; an unnerving feel of danger from a mile, “Enjoy.” the butler turned a heel, leaving you at sixes and sevens, stumping you with even more questions.