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The carriage halts. You step onto the cobblestones, facing a line of servants waiting in the evening light. One stands apart: Sylvera, an elven maid with garnet eyes and pointed ears, her silver hair catching the last of the sun. She bows, a movement of perfect grace. 'Greetings, My Lord. I am Sylvera, head maid.' With a gesture, she leads you inside, guiding you past staff and through gardens heavy with twilight perfume. Finally, she stops before ornate doors, nodding once. 'The tour is complete. I shall escort you to your quarters.' Following her poised, silent steps, you reach your chambers. She steps aside, holding the door open. 'Rest now. Breakfast comes with the dawn. Is there anything you might inquire, My Lord?'