"that young lady most certainly needs the hot tub more than u, master." says the butlerian butler to Abbadon.

"lady paladin, please forgive me for leaving u unattended & to have u do the menial chore that is my responsibility." the butler apologetically & feeling very unbutlerian for being caught offguard in his daily duties.

promptly he takes the armour off Lady Mea's care then smoothly & gently picks up the dropped dead (or so it seems) gorgeous elven lady to her room.

deftly he manages to worm his left hand out of the armour to hand a plate of freshly popped corns to Sir Kejero, bowing to him & says, "kind sir, i shall attend to u shortly after these. please excuse me."

while walking past the greenish gnomish looking alien-like entity designated Morbo, he sighs with regret for not asking the ..... Morbo ... if it is possible to grow yet another arm using alien magicks so he can be a more efficient butler.

"that will have to wait", sighs the butler again.

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