The butler looked down his nose at her and let a small smile pass across his features. "They are due presently, ma'am." He ignored the former question; his name meant nothing. He was the epitome of a butler, though; dressed in a sharp suit, with nose upturned and a cloth folded across one arm. His eyes stayed dead center, save for the few moments they twisted to focus on her when he answered.<br/><br/>Alongside him, Alric found a place against the wall, lounging in place but looking rather less formal than his companion. He did, though, answer her question. "His names Martin. Marty, to his pals, ain't that right, Marty?" The butler didn't look across, but -did- look decided displeased with the information shared.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>