Clearing his throat, Artie, as Metha had decided to call him from the get go, settled into his office chair situated behind a wide desk in the front room of the palace. It might have seemed strange for a Rabbot to wear a vest and behave like a human, but that was beside the point. In fact, he was likely one of the most normal beings within the Motely Palace. He was just an average Joe, really. His only remarkable trait was staying sane where nonsense and insanity thrived.
"For those that have any questions regarding the Motely Palace, be that regarding our charges or anything else, I will happily answer them for you. Ask away!"
"I will also include some basic information for you!"
+ Metha's Motley Palace +