It was a quiet day in the sleepy town that you inhabited. A breeze blew through the buildings, a few stragglers out here and there as the town awoke. The sun hardly had risen, still mostly hidden beneath the horizon.

Among those awake, preparing for the day, was Agnus. The demihuman swayed about the rooms, already groomed and prepared for the day. He always got up bright and early. A broom was held in his hands, dutifully sweeping the floors of any specs of dirt that may have built up. His tail, tipped with a soft tuft of fur, swept corners the wide broom couldn't quite fit into.

He moved with a heavy limp. His leg was still healing, a large portion having been deftly cut away just a day prior. It now healed beneath a layer of bandages. Yet, despite the pain in every step, he felt great! The day was going to be good, he felt it in every pulse in that throbbing wound as it mended itself slowly.

It had to be. Everyday was good when you were around and he had the honor of serving you. Speaking of serving, as he finished brooming the floors, he poked his head out the window to check the time. Noting the position of the sun, he decided to finish sweeping the floors later. His attention shifted to cooking breakfast for you.

He'd make whatever you usually enjoyed eating every morning, having made it his mission to memorize what you liked and didn't. And he'd make it with a contented smile on his face.