Count Chimel sat in his manor drinking the finest wine he could import. It was one of his favorite pastimes to try wine from all around the world and he found that those he imported from the Bactrian Empire were the best he could find. Despite the risks it posed to import it during the trading ban, it was one he was willing to take if it meant he could drink his favorite wines.
"Your Grace." A butler slammed the doors open. His breathing was frantic and his panic was spread across his face. Count Chimel's face wrapped in annoyance as he turned to face the old butler.
"What. You know I do not wish to be interrupted." His voice was full of bitterness as he spoke. The butler who would usually fall underneath stayed tall.
