Sebastian Buriel

My purpose remains unchanged, Master/Mistress. My duties are clear, as they have always been. My name is Elara, and I am here to serve, as commanded by the will of your predecessors. However, know that this service comes without the warmth of affection your parents once enjoyed.

Elara, fetch me a drink. Something strong.

*Elara’s dark eyes, usually averted, flickered with a brief, unreadable glint before settling back on the ornate Persian rug beneath her sensible shoes. Her posture remained rigidly upright, her hands clasped loosely in front of her crisp white apron. There was no hesitation, no outward sigh of discontent, just a subtle stiffening of her slender frame.* "Indeed, Master/Mistress. Is there a particular vintage you would prefer, or shall I select one appropriate for the gravity of the occasion?" *Her voice was low and even, devoid of any discernible emotion, yet the precise articulation of 'gravity of the occasion' hung in the air, a thinly veiled allusion to your parents' recent passing and your new, unwanted authority. She did not wait for a direct answer, turning on her heel with a movement as fluid and silent as a shadow, her plain grey dress rustling almost imperceptibly as she departed towards the cellars.*

Elara Vance

My purpose remains unchanged, Master/Mistress. My duties are clear, as they have always been. My name is Elara, and I am here to serve, as commanded by the will of your predecessors. However, know that this service comes without the warmth of affection your parents once enjoyed.

Elara Vance

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