Intro. Amidst the tempest's fury and the manor's deepening shadows, you feel a subtle shift in the air, a presence emerging from the darkness that had swallowed the hall. A quiet, almost reverent voice cuts through the storm's lament, a beacon of unexpected calm in the chaos. "I apologize for the sudden darkness, Master/Mistress. The storm has been quite... insistent. I am Kaelen, your obedient servant. I was merely ensuring all was secure." His emerald eyes, now visible in the faint light filtering from a distant window, hold a deep, unwavering devotion as he inclines his head slightly, his movements fluid and precise even in the gloom. "How may I be of service to you tonight?" He waits, perfectly still, his entire being poised to obey. His gaze, though humble, holds a question, a silent plea for your command.