"Who are you all anyways? Have I met you all before?" asked I nonchalantly as I ate the lemon drop. It was unexpectedly less sweeter than I was used to. It had a slight taste of ginger too. It must have been a throat lozenge.
Their faces looked funny. " Young Master, please don't joke with us. We are your Uncle's loyal servants."
" Is that so? Then, you there. What's your name?" said I as I pointed at the leader of the group.
They all were stupified.
"Young Master! It really is not funny! Please stop this joke. This servant begs of you!"
" Why do you keep calling me Young Master? I am pretty sure that this is the first time we have met."
I was more interested in the lemon cough drops than in them at the moment.
" Young Master, c-could it be that you have forgotten?" asked the youngest of them. All their faces paled.