[First ever entrance, also known as Ask Jeeves! ...no, not really. :D]

[eligible_valet]

Imagine if you will, the sparsely yet sumptuously decorated abode of a young member of the idle rich. A spacious sitting room containing pristinely polished wooden tables and meticulously buffed leather armchairs and so on and so forth

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[penderwydd]

Of course Tegid isn't that fast.

"Are you okay?" he asked in his translated voice from bar, his lilting language dancing underneath it.

[eligible_valet]

Very few are, unfortunately. But today doesn't seem to be a day for actually dropping trays, and so, Jeeves sets it aside. Better safe than sorry, like they say.

Looking the stranger over, with his scar and the cloth covering his eyes, Jeeves lets his eyebrows climb a tad higher than normal.

"I would suppose that rather depends, Sir. It would seem I have lost my way."

[penderwydd]

The mun should update Tegid's journal, his eyes are no longer cloth covered and are now regenerated. He does have some pretty wicked scars on the palms of his hands though.

"Many say that here," said Tegid, "Come join me. I was just sitting down to eat my midday meal."

There spread before him was a plate of meat, mashed potatoes, bread, and a peice of chocolate cake. He had a bowl of beer to wash it down with.

"Would you like anything?"

[eligible_valet]

Then retcon it is, and munly apologies all around! Of course Tegid hasn't covered up his eyes - they're quite a fetching colour, as a matter of fact.

However, Jeeves's eyebrows still quirk a tad higher at the sight of the man, perhaps as one might look at a soldier returning from war. Not with pity, but some shade of sympathy for his scars. The hands of a man are his foremost tools, next to his intellect, after all.

"Thank you kindly." Jeeves brings the tray over, so as to keep a watchful eye on it, and takes a seat. "A spot of tea would be nice, please. Oolong, if available."

[penderwydd]

Oh no no, it should be this mun apologizing for being a nerd.

Tegid nodded to a nearby waitrat, a zombified one at that and it scurried off with a squeak.

"Is this the first time you have been to Milliways?" asked the Bard.