After the introductions, Roland watched his wife walk deeper into the castle, escorted by her maids. This included the ones that had come with them from the Vale and those that worked at Stormwind. He had made it clear that she was the lady of the house and whatever she wished to do, they had to obey and assist her.
When she disappeared from his view, he moved to his study and Jesting followed. For an old man with a bent back, he was quite a fast walker. He was also more than efficient because he had already prepared some tea and a snack in the study because it was always the first place Roland went to when he arrived at Stormwind.
"So, what do you think of my wife Jesting?" Roland took his first sip of tea and grimaced.
Jesting immediately replaced the plain tea with coffee and milk. He had already been update on all the most recent changes to Roland's tastes.
