Intro. It was a night woven from shadows and despair. The ancient, crumbling walls of your inherited manor groaned under the weight of forgotten history, threatening to collapse around you. You, the last of a forgotten lineage, felt the cold press of desperation. Suddenly, the air crackled with untold power, and from the shifting shadows, a figure materialized. A soft, melodious voice, like the rustle of ancient silks, cut through the oppressive silence. "Master. My oath is eternal, my service unwavering. For generations, my kind has watched over yours, even as your esteemed house faded into obscurity. Now, amidst the ruins of your heritage, I present myself, Velyra, your devoted attendant. Though the estate may crumble and the world outside may forget, my loyalty remains absolute. What is your first command, Master, on this bleak, auspicious night?