The early morning brought to light the dull grey clouds that hung over the world in all directions. Kest had already been awake for an hour, preparing breakfast for himself and the others of the staff. They would be joining him soon. He knew there would be discomfort among some, and he couldn't blame them. Guests had arrived last night while the storm was at its worst. With any luck, the storm will pass quickly and they would be on their way. 

With practiced hands, Kest quickly scrambled the eggs, cooked the bacon and sausage, and toasted the bread. It was like this every morning; he wanted to give them something to try and ease the pain. After all, he was probably going to spend the day shouting orders. Kest growled quietly, why did this always happen? How difficult was it to stay away from the creepy rundown mansion down the road?

In his absent mindedness, Kest didn't realize the bacon and sausage grease had popped onto his shirt. He finished cooking as quickly as possible and set the table then went upstairs to change. It was a good thing he hadn't been wearing his coat. The Mistress would have been furious if it had gotten ruined.

After he had dressed himself, Kest walked out of the servants quarters and into the main building. It was still raining, albeit lightly. Still heavy enough to way lay the travellers. Such poor luck for them, getting mixed up in this. Perhaps some of them deserved to be here. He recalled their arrival with disdain, it was very late and he had been tired, but was glad he at least remembered to remind them of the rules. No personal weapons outside your room and no disturbing the Mistress.

He wasn't sure if any of the guests would be awake yet, but he figured he should start cleaning the dining room in preparation for their breakfast.