Crown was enjoying his breakfast. A simple one, two eggs, some bacon and a cup of coffee. Light was shining on the table through a huge window and he was in particularly good mood today. Taking a sip of coffee, he hears a familiar voice approaching. "Master Crown, this came in last night, but i didn't want to wake you up." the voice was soft yet deep and clear. "Ah, what is it Wordsworth?" Crown turns around to face the owner of the voice. In front of him stands an old man. His hair is already all silver with a certain shine to it, long and bound in a ponytail. He wears a greenish suit and despite his age is towering over Crown in height. "A letter for you Master, i figured it must be important as the person who sent it knows your actual address." he hands the letter to Crown as he finishes. "Thank you Wordsworth, you're truly a butler worthy of the World's greatest thief." Crown replies while opening the letter and start reading through it. "You flatter me Master, i'm but a humble butler." Wordsworth replies after which a moment of silence follows.
After some time Crown speaks with a grin on his face "Prepare my suit Wordsworth, i'll be heading out."
"Of course, young Master." the old mans turns around and heads of to prepare everything when he finishes.
"Looks like Sammy-boy has learned how to lure me out." Crown thinks to himself as he sits down again, continuing the breakfast while still looking at the letter in his hand.