"Young master, there's a warm glass of milk if you'd like."
A well dressed butler, holding a straight posture was bent forwards holding a tray with a glass of milk on it, before gracefully placing it down on the table in front of him.
The room was made of wood and was very well kept. It was well lit using candles held up on the walls, where the light didn't reach, it was quite dark, giving an eerie feeling to the room. There was a nice fluffy chair next to the table, where a young boy sat eating small deserts who eagerly reached for the glass of milk which was so nicely placed before him.
"Hmhaha. Now now young master, don't drink it all too quick. You might choke yourself."