Amaya nodded in thanks, "This house is vastly different than others I have seen. It really does nothing to curb the rumors towards the persistence of Zamt'ris Ancestry." She was speaking on the fact that, for many decades, the heads of the House Zamt'ris were quite proud and extremely vocal as to their fae bloodlines, tracing back to the Winter Courts of Fae. For a time, over a century ago, there was a cult dedicated to the worship of the Zamt'ris Family, focusing on those who possessed the unique trait that was rampant throughout the Family's bloodline. That same cult has been squashed and disbanded by it's own vengeful idol.
"On the floor above is where Laundry is done, but you need not worry about it. Should you need something cleaned, simply alert the staff. It will be cleaned and returned to you in a matter of hours. Usually less than three." The lady screwed her eyes up thoughtfully, doubling over all she had said in order to make sure there was nothing else that he needed to know about this end of the house. Nodding, she began to lead him off again, back the way they came.
This time, she turned down the longer of the Grand Hallways and again into the ballroom. Tall windows streamed in light all across the room and cut through the air like curtains. Walking a few paces ahead of Dimitri, she turned sharply on her heels, causing the ends of her gown and hair to twirl around her, both catching the light as they cross the sunbeams. "Now you know of all the rooms throughout the house, and been in all the important one." Amaya said with a soft smile, a friendly smile. "Would you like to cut through the garden and head to the back of the house? Likely you could see Micheal, Martin, and David finish the first of their training sessions for the day."