Through all, he must wait.
The Usher stood vigil. One more figure in a line of armour. How was he any different to the suits of mail and steel that stood in a line next to him? His eyes remained locked in a vacant deadpan, his stance unchanged as the hours drifted by. Through all, he must wait. At any moment there could be a rap at the door and what would become of it if he were not there to respond? Not another thought plagued his mind. No memories of a life been and gone, no yearning for a favourite past time with which to waste his hours. He was the Usher and he must wait. The clock struck the hour and bellowed like a gong. The owl started, the spider stirred and the Usher stood unchanged.
A simple-minded servant, The Usher spends most of his time as doorman to the great oak doors at Tenebrae Manor’s threshold. He is a man who takes his job very seriously, in spite of the fact that Tenebrae quite obviously receives few visitors. It is at this point that Usher becomes perplexed. For what would be the outcome is he were to slack off and miss the opportunity to perform his duties? The Usher dares not chance his hand, and instead chooses to do what he knows – that of serving others. He is a gentle giant and one of the more pitiable residents of the manor.