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“They must’ve made sure they had it cleaned and decorated for impressions sake.” Sera Agreed. “I hope your room is just as impressive. Now then, let’s pick out what to wear for supper’s sake and get these formal veils off, no need to stain them with whatever the cooks here prepare for us.”

With that, Sera spent the next twenty minutes preparing for dinner.
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“Ah, Gavin was it? Just who I wanted to speak to.” Robin asked the Servant as he looked at the more nicer clothing he actually had, which consisted of a plain blue shirt and dark black pants. It was no noble’s Garment but it’ll have to do for supper’s sake. Plus it was easier to wash clothing of this kind. Not that he’d expect a food fight naturally. “Not sure what Navarre wants to do, but for the first day as we are all partially still strangers, I’d recommend fetching them.”

He then turned to look at the servant. “How do I look? Decent? Now for a more personal question, walk with me while we talk. As you were in my... ‘Father’s’ service, you’d know how to help run the manor and manage the new help I brought along. So I want your honest opinion. Think I can count on you for helping me run this madhouse as my butler?” As He asked this he walked down the hallway and downstairs into the dining hall past the center doors in the lobby area. “I’m asking because I hear from the King, my cousin you had to put up with my ‘father’s’ skirt chasin. Plus you look honest.”

He wafted in the scent of the food and looked at the delicacies before him in the dining room. “Larry you’ve outdone yourself.” He said to himself as he took a seat at where the placement marked his, which was, as lord of the Manor, at one end of the table. There he sat and waited.

Within a few minutes, Sera emerged into the dining hall wearing a blue dress. “Greetings Lord Earl. My sister will be along shortly, has his Highness arrived yet?”

“No, not yet milady.” Robin replied with a neutral grin.

”Crap, Im alone with the social butterfly of the two. Is Navarre even coming?!” he thought to himself. ”I hope this dinner is a good hit-off for everyone but that’s wishful thinking. I don’t even know what Kezia thinks of me. I just hope she’s slightly impressed by some of the furnishings my uncle (Mum’s Brother) gave me that was from his own successes as a Merc.”