An hour later, when the guests arrived, Carl made for his sister's room. His leather shoes clacked on the hard wood flooring. He paused for a moment at the door and knocked softly.Â<br/><br/>"Road, the guests are downstairs already and father wants you to come down." He waited for her to exit the room before accompanying her down to the dining hall.Â<br/><br/>(Feel free to create NPCs to thicken the plot.)