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Just shortly before the arrival of noon, someone strikes a single note on the organ in the Ballroom. The noise echoes through the entirety of the houses, though it is little more than a faint, distracting hum at the furthest reaches of the third. No notes follow, and so it is unclear if someone had intended to play.
With breakfast over, the Unnatural Servants appear in the Parlour. They clear the spread meticulously and efficiently, removing all items and tables that had not been there before. By the time they have left, the room looks as if the morning's changes had never occurred. The gifts given to them have disappeared, and were it not for the packs guests now carry with them, the kindness of the house might never have occurred.
The daylight hours wane toward their end in relative peace, once the preparation has been taken care of.
With breakfast over, the Unnatural Servants appear in the Parlour. They clear the spread meticulously and efficiently, removing all items and tables that had not been there before. By the time they have left, the room looks as if the morning's changes had never occurred. The gifts given to them have disappeared, and were it not for the packs guests now carry with them, the kindness of the house might never have occurred.
The daylight hours wane toward their end in relative peace, once the preparation has been taken care of.
