Daniel's Regret

Daniel looked at The Keeper, who was smiling at him while sitting in his chair, a book in hand. On the table beside him, a tea set sat, still piping hot.

"Would you like some tea?" The Keeper asked, nodding toward the tea set, which had another cup placed nearby.

"Yes, thank you very much, Mr. Keeper," Daniel replied, accepting the offer. He took a cup of tea from The Keeper and walked over to sit at the table where The Keeper had prepared for him to open cards.

Daniel slowly sipped the homebrewed Earl Grey tea that The Keeper had poured for him. The technique, the pour, and even the tea's temperature were perfect—like that of a seasoned butler who had served an aristocratic family for decades.

"Your skill has improved," Daniel said appreciatively. This was the second time he had tasted The Keeper's tea-brewing expertise.

"Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Emberweave," The Keeper replied politely.