Amora was soon up in the room, packing. She was nearly giddy, she had never went on a trip before, and certainly never with Master Drinian. Of course, when the issue came of what to pack, it confused her. Being a slave, she had one dress, ONE dress, for all occasions, so figuring out what of the pretty dresses and apparel in the closet would be right was a challenge in itself.<br/><br/>But she managed. As she closed the lid of the small chest, she thought about how he planned for her to move into the servant's quarters. She wasn't sure why, but she thought she would be one of the few living inside the house. Sure, she was a servant, but she half expected for her to be treated differently than the others, mostly because of Drinian's feelings towards her. Certainly, she was not complaining about it, but it was a thought.<br/><br/>Quickly lugging the chest outside, she smiled.<span style="font-style: italic">This is going to be a trip to remember</span>she thought excitedly as she went up to Lord Drinian and another man whom she presumed to be the Friar.