[center][color=98FB98][h2]Lord Alexander Northam[/h2][/color][/center]
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Turning from the doorway of the kitchen the Lord swept his gaze of the handful of kitchen staff who had looked up from their work at his arrival. What was even more surprising was that one of them spoke to him. Usually he was greeted with dour silence everywhere he went. Blinking at the comment made by the young woman standing at the stove he shook his head.[color=98FB98] “Frankly if you’ve been living in this house for any amount of time. You’d best be careful talking about seeing the dead. They might come scare the life out of you next.”[/color] 

Sniffing at the concoction on the stove he gave her another strange look as she offered up a cup of the stuff. Swirling it he eyed the other members of the staff for a moment. They all offered no indication of what exactly he’d been offered. [color=98FB98]“It certainly does not appear to be a black tea…”[/color] he sipped at it and swirled the strange taste in his mouth of herbs. That was when it finally hit him. 

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The young Alexander was sitting on the end of his bed and holding a cup of something that smelled absolutely foul. He’d been sick for days and all his father had done was make him drink a series of gross teas. He’d seen the woman who was brewing them and she’d given him the willies. Still staring into the drink he finally drank the concoction. 

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Looking up from the drink at the woman offering him the drink he frowned at her as he took in her face.[color=98FB98]“Do you know. I think it’s been quite some time since I’ve had anything like it. I was much younger the last time. My father swore by the stuff this woman use to brew. I suppose in the end it worked since I’m still here.”[/color] Continuing to drink he finished it and set it down. Turning he looked over the kitchen. “Though I would still appreciate some decent english tea. I think I should perhaps bring something to my lady wife.” Pausing he looked at Mary again and frowned as though thinking on something. Opening his mouth for a moment he tilted his head. Thought for a moment more before holding up his finger. [color=98FB98]“...do you know if memory serves the woman I remember had red hair as well.”[/color] Contemplating for a moment he turned to the rest of the kitchen.

[color=98FB98]“Now. Teapot..”[/color]
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