The servant nodded. It was just as Lord Ishamael said it would be. There was something distinctly frightening about the man. He was thankful that he only infrequently had to interact with the Chosen.

"He thought that might be the case and asked that you send a priority one level message to dining services when you are ready. If you have need of anything, then he will be in the Western Library. Thank you, mistress."

With a deep bow, the servant turned and reentered the building, though the door remained open.