Steven Skall
With a quick pace, Steven began to walk towards the castle, looking back at him every moment or so. "No I'm afraid I don't have any butlers or maids or cooks. I don't have any need for them." He smiles, listening to the voice inside the man's head. For some odd reason, he always found it soothing when poking around in people's minds. "And as for being Royalty, I assure you I am not. I came to be in this place, quite a long time ago. But we shall save that discussion for another time." Getting to the large wooden door, Steven pushed it open with ease and walked inside into the main room. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, as the house was lit up with candles and dim lights. Not waiting for Marsh, he hurried into the kitchen and used his speed to whip up a batch of pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast, and hash browns with a glass of orange juice and set it on the table. He took a seat, propping his legs on the surface, waiting for the man.