"Walin, where are you man?! it's sweltering out here and I need to be fanned!" Lord Mountford called. "sorry mi' lord, I was just refilling your jug of wine." Replied Walin. "ahh, good man, call Temai over if you please. I'm getting hungry and these fine southern grapes aren't going to peel themselves." Mountford replied. Temai came out of the house at a scamper, he had obviously been taking an afternoon nap as his hair was dishevelled and his clothes were wrinkled. he knelt and said "sire I apologies, it's just with the commotion caused by these spiked I have hardly had a wink of sleep." "you're forgiven boy, just get back to peeling those grapes, I'm famished." Mountford finished as he reclined on his warm sedan chair.
NOTE: lord Mountford is prone to calling anyone he considers 'inferior' to himself "boy", no matter their age. (so almost everyone, in Mountfords mind)