Lord Kenneth Hughes, master of the manor, and one of the richest merchants in town, is in a very good mood. His loud booming voice almost echoes in the large room as he regales his wife and younger sons about the deal struck just the night before with a spice dealer who has fond a cheaper way of shipping his goods. His sons half listen, knowing that such thing are important, that and their father would box their ears if they ignored them entirely, however they both saw Illiendi enter the kitchen, and they both together wonder quietly what the new servant has planned. They both also seem a little humbled this morning, last night's events fresh in their minds. However Kenneth notices nothing, far too pleased with himself, and his wife shows more than enough admiration for his feat, fawning over him like he was talking about having just slayed a dragon.

The events of the night prior are still fresh in her head as well, but it is not until Illiendi appears with the first part of their morning meal. She, like a proper lady, completely ignores him for the most part, only shifting to sit up a little straighter as the food is placed before her, giving it a quick sniff before returning her attention to her husband. Tawney stills as the new servant comes close, however Burtis shoots him a rather withering look which goes unnoticed by the demon, or so he assumes. He wonder idly where Raoul is, glancing at the seat at their father's left hand. Normally he would be here right along with the man, however the boys both assume he has something better to do. They had even joked quietly before that he 'had a wife to take care of' earlier, but all whispering stops as Illiendi approaches.

The master only pauses for a moment to listen to the man, wondering why he felt the need to interrupt his in the first place, however at his last announcement about being “his son's” manservant he is thoroughly distracted enough to actually give the man a proper look. His merchant eyes light up at his exotic look, his refined manner, and now that he thinks about it, obvious skills at cooking. Kenneth can not deny his love for food, his wide, solid frame set with a decent amount of fat without appearing truly disgusting, and as he gives the food a closer inspection while the man walks off, he finds himself pleased. “Finally! A servant that knows how to treat the meals in this place.” His loud laugh is accompanied by his wife's titter, his sons joining in with nervous laughter that ends quickly. As their father's eyes turn on to them, obviously about to ask which one of them hired him, they both shake their heads in unison.

As he gives them a curious look Burtis speaks up. “Neither of us father. We did not order him, Amano did. Says he ordered him from overseas. Marth I think he said.” As he speaks Illiendi reenters and the father this time watches him closely. At the mention of Marth though his eyes go once more to his sons. Tawney nods in agreement. They both know that Amano did indeed say he was from Marth, however Burtis hates acting as if he ever listens to the runt. 

The robust man goes back to watching Illiendi then with a hearty laugh he sounds the table with hand, shaking his head. “What a boy, doing such a thing behind my back. Head in the clouds that one, but occasionally he gets things right! Marth! That's incredible! I hear they have very good servants there. Well trained, loyal. What a catch!” He turns to address the demon disguised as a servant. “So, tell me, what is that little slip of a son of mine up to?” Illiendi is spared having to answer as just at that moment Amano walks in and the lord attention immediately slides from the demon, to his son. “Amano! Over here boy. Come, tell me what all this is about you sneaky devil!”

Amano resists laughing outright at the irony of his father's last statement, settling on a half smile. He walks up to the table, the demon holding his chair for him beside his mother, and takes a seat. Catching Illiendi's arm gently on his way back to the kitchen he motions the man down close. “A lime wedge for my tea please, and my sister-in-law will not be joining us for breakfast.” As soon as he is done speaking with his new manservant the youth turns his attention on to his father, giving him an appraising look. Amano's posture is perfect, just the way Illiendi taught him, and with a warm smile to his mother he at last addressed his father. 

“Father, I know your distaste for speaking on business at the table, however would request a moment of your time after the meal to discuss matters of great importance.” Despite his perfect execution his older brothers roll their eyes at their little brother 'trying to sound official and proper' however their father's gaze goes from being merely curious to truly interested so they remain silent. Kenneth gives his son a hard appraising look before nodding and turning his attention on to his meal. The youngest son resists the urge to let out a long sigh, having jumped the first hurdle with no trouble, however he knows better, instead giving his mother another smile. 

She gives him a supportive smile back, and Amano wonders offhandedly if she really is supporting him in this, or if she is just being 'a good mother'. [i]'Only time will tell I suppose. I really hope this all turns out well. . .'[/i] Sensing some of his old doubt creeping in, tempting him to hide his face as he usually does, he reaches up to touch his brand for strength, pretending to check his pocket for a handkerchief. No one pays any mind to the touch and Amano feels himself relax. [i]'All is well thus far. All can go well, if I just let it. . .'[/i]