Random starter for @that-butler
Misha gulps a tough lump that was slowly developing in his throat as he looked down at his pocket watch before looking back up to face the manor, he wasn't sure where he stood currently as this world, this wasn't the Reverie Hotel or Penacony for that matter.
He was a little thankful that he was unnoticeable by everyone around him as he didn't want to draw suspicion or anything of that sort, he walked around what looked to be a courtyard, seeing someone working the garden and someone else hanging what looked like laundry.
Ahh, these must be the servants to the one who owns this manor. Makes sense.
He could hear footsteps walking his way so he then shuffles towards a nearby shrub, hiding within the foliage until it was safe to move further to investigate where he was.
Stay still.
Be absolutely quiet.
Don't make yourself known.
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