He's getting ready, on his double canopy bed.
Anthro, Human and Object kind all exist together.
The Silver Manor. Home of the Talent Manager.
Asheal moves his wheelchair to the appointed meeting area for his new bodyguard; a meeting with Castelle so make sure he's fit with a fiddle for the news. He'd eager and delighted with the news.
After discussion on discussion between hid Rat buddy and Father giving a stern warning. He's taking the risk to be an early riser with what it makes to be such a talent manager. Doubts swirling and simmering and he fastens his tie and gets used to the wooden smell of his manor's job.
Free and indirect style, Asheal first person.
Time to see the fruits of my sacrifice. Couldn't be worse.
It's only fit for a lineage to have a suitor to guide him in into the next age.