It seems at this moment, the house is quite. Simple and eerily calm, almost seemingly empty. The maid busily hussle about, keeping out of the way, and far from ear shot. Even the butler's, few and far in between, keep out of the way. Hurrying the others to do so, my bidding, my will. I, Allister Rayne, seem to have everything under control. On this day, I've been told, another house maid will be arriving. A room's been set, uniform washed and laid out. Shoes prepped and polished, a small gleam showing only in right light's. There's not much else to be done, or do I would personally believe. The maids on the other hand can be found in quite circles, spreading rumors and all the sorts. Quickly, the separate as I walk pass, giving a small passing nod and smile, befitting only to my ladies. I round the corridors, making my way to the grand staircase, winding it's way down toward marbled floors and gleaming statutes. The pictures, meaningless as they may be, dusted to perfection. My home, whole, peaceful, and perfect. If I would say so myself, it sits solely in epitome of all wants and desires. Not even the grandest have collected what I have. I smile, admiring my collection.