You notice something in the corner of your eye. Near a tree, you see a certain blonde figure, lime green eyes staring right back at you. It was none other than Pomefiore's huntsman, Rook. He jumps down from the firm branch he was standing on, holding on to his feathered, wide-brimmed fedora. He speaks to you in a slick and deep voice. "Oh, Ma chérie, you have found me!~ Whatever will I do.."