On older gentleman slowly opened the door. He wore the uniform of a butler, and looked if a bit outdated, still very stately. He gave the girl a little bow of his head and shoulders and with a light cough addressed her.

"My Lady Mills I presume? I am Mr. Lancore, the house butler. Please do come in, the master is expecting you." He reached forward to grab her bags from her.


Meanwhile behind the open doorway, a hint of red hair peeked out in the shadows at the top of the stairs. Nicolai peeked curiously at the girl. His first thought was that it was some old woman. White hair ran down her back, white without the hint of gray. Squinting he saw that although unnatural, the girl was young, and not too bad looking either. He wondered how her hair had come to be white so young.