As always the halls of Savage Skull were overcome with silence. Not the kind you would enjoy when sitting on your porch at night. But instead it was eerie, vile. As if it was creeping up on you all the time.
Naturally it wasn't the silence alone that would send the shivers down your spine. It was everything, from what the guild what known for, to every last single brick it was built with. It felt as if every corner stone, was meant for the single purpose to make you feel alone and abandoned. What greatly induced that certain feeling, were the height of the walls all around you. They seemed to reach so high, that the ceiling was barely visible.
However today there was one sound that pierced through the unbecoming silence as a gun shot in a crowd. And that were the echoing clacks that could only come from the heels of leather bound gentleman shoes that made contact with the cold pavement on a frequent basis.
If one would follow up on that, you could see the tall stature of an old man walking down the hallways of Savage Skull. Fully clad in an attire that could only befit that of a butler. His face however wrinkled carried a kind look. Which considering all things together, was probably the most unnatural expression this place has ever seen.
It belonged to no one else then Victor R. Albeit. The personal house butler of Savage Skull, who lived in order to serve the twisted mages of the guild. Yet most of them probably didn't even knew he existed at all, but for Victor that was then okay. After all, being a butler didn't mean to achieve or to climb higher in the hierarchy of the guild. No it was simply to guide them from behind.
In fact, Victor might've been so invisible to some, that they haven't even noticed him during some of the guild major events in the past. He was always there for most of them, standing further away then the rest, preparing whatever was necessary.
But altogether, Victor didn't really mind standing in the shadows all the time, it just gave him more time to do his job.
Victor paid no attention to his surrounding, or the the playful shadows that portrayed ghastly phantoms onto the walls, from the diminishing torch light. No his only concern was to reach the guild master's office, since she was practically above all. Her needs came first. Sure a good butler made sure everyones needs were being met, but if it came down to it. The master of the house had priority.
As Victor finally reached the large wooden door of the Guild Master's office, he'd stopped in his tracks and stood still for a moment. Only so that he could straighten his back, and simply dust off his coat with a few sweeps of his hand. Not that it was necessary, as he always appeared spotless, but it mostly became a force of habit over the years. One that Victor was sure he shared with many other servants all over the country.
Once done, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door to the guild master's office. While he spoke out loud with a diligent tone in his voice. 'Pardon, my intrusion mistress, but I've come to inform you that your bath has been drawn.'
Naturally it wasn't the silence alone that would send the shivers down your spine. It was everything, from what the guild what known for, to every last single brick it was built with. It felt as if every corner stone, was meant for the single purpose to make you feel alone and abandoned. What greatly induced that certain feeling, were the height of the walls all around you. They seemed to reach so high, that the ceiling was barely visible.
However today there was one sound that pierced through the unbecoming silence as a gun shot in a crowd. And that were the echoing clacks that could only come from the heels of leather bound gentleman shoes that made contact with the cold pavement on a frequent basis.
If one would follow up on that, you could see the tall stature of an old man walking down the hallways of Savage Skull. Fully clad in an attire that could only befit that of a butler. His face however wrinkled carried a kind look. Which considering all things together, was probably the most unnatural expression this place has ever seen.
It belonged to no one else then Victor R. Albeit. The personal house butler of Savage Skull, who lived in order to serve the twisted mages of the guild. Yet most of them probably didn't even knew he existed at all, but for Victor that was then okay. After all, being a butler didn't mean to achieve or to climb higher in the hierarchy of the guild. No it was simply to guide them from behind.
In fact, Victor might've been so invisible to some, that they haven't even noticed him during some of the guild major events in the past. He was always there for most of them, standing further away then the rest, preparing whatever was necessary.
But altogether, Victor didn't really mind standing in the shadows all the time, it just gave him more time to do his job.
Victor paid no attention to his surrounding, or the the playful shadows that portrayed ghastly phantoms onto the walls, from the diminishing torch light. No his only concern was to reach the guild master's office, since she was practically above all. Her needs came first. Sure a good butler made sure everyones needs were being met, but if it came down to it. The master of the house had priority.
As Victor finally reached the large wooden door of the Guild Master's office, he'd stopped in his tracks and stood still for a moment. Only so that he could straighten his back, and simply dust off his coat with a few sweeps of his hand. Not that it was necessary, as he always appeared spotless, but it mostly became a force of habit over the years. One that Victor was sure he shared with many other servants all over the country.
Once done, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door to the guild master's office. While he spoke out loud with a diligent tone in his voice. 'Pardon, my intrusion mistress, but I've come to inform you that your bath has been drawn.'
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