Like every morning, the Head Butler, Outis brings you tea. This morning, the light through the window, and colors all around is sepia, Outis cut the color budget without telling you. She's been acting a bit off recently, almost dictating the choices you make, taking charge more, not telling you about major happenings with the other staff, but you can see it in her eyes, it's not from a place of malice or plotting, she is doing what she sees as best, no matter what you think of it.

"Here you are, milk tea, leaves boiled to 94 degrees Celsius. Best drank before it cools. I hope the noise didn't bother you last night, Backstreets Rats attempted another raid of the manor, but the staff handled them with minimal injuries. I took the initiative of hiring a local fixer office to weed the more troublesome ones out and deal with them. Do not worry, young master, I negotiated a better deal with them than you could have."