A servant was passing through the hallway carrying a trey of fruit heading to the chamber of the Lord, she was stopped by the guest of the Manor requesting when she should be able to meet with the lord. The servant gave a faint and sweet smile replying with a gentle voice low in tone and sounding like a peaceful whisper.<br/><br/>"The Lord has been awaiting you to regain your strength. If you are ready now, I can take you to meet with him. However be warned our Lord is very ill and can not be seen till a host is found." the maid was shy and trying to make it sound less serious then the situation actually was. Once the confirmation was made she beegan the trip up a flight of stairs leading thier prestene visitor to the large master bedroom housing the ailing master with in. She knocked twice and slowly open the double doors.<br/><br/>The chamber was dark besides the flickering of the candles spread here and there along the walls. The walls, cieling, and floor were all mirrors making the room a vast vortex of color and dancing flames. The bed sat on the east wall with its dark red curtains pulled shut hiding the breathing body within to be no more then a silloete. Across from the bed was a large floor to cieling window over looking the garden below full of life and freedom. "Master Sya, your guest is here..." the maid stated walking to the bed kneeling beside it awaiting a responce.<br/><br/>A vocie came so faintly it could barely be heard at all, it was low and smooth full of supressed power. it was deep and gentle warm and welcoming, "Welcome honored guest I hope you have found peace and rest in the halls of my home?"