Everything was set. Ryan and his crew had been working for hours to prepare the Great Hall for it's first arrivals. The hardwood floor shone with fresh wax, and plush shag throw rugs where placed to wipe snow from tired feet. The windows had all been freshly washed, and their wide panes gave an easy view of the mountain slopes that surrounded them. A roaring fire had been build in the middle of the hall, which dipped down into a sort of pit for that purpose. Here, Melody was calmly tuning her harp and preparing for the days songs. to the north a set of stairs lead up to the guest rooms, where maids and butlers where just now placing fresh linen upon the mattresses stuffed with feathers gathered from shedding of his hippogryphs.<br/><br/>The Ice Nymphs outside where already laying in wait in the drifts, snowballs at the ready, waiting to bombard the first customers playfully. He had of course, warned them not to open fire on anyone who looked to be having a bad day. As Ryan leaned over his bar and put the last polish on its top, looking out over the plush chairs and couches that would serve to seat the weary around the fire pit, he smiled. Snowbound Paradise, their employer had called this place.  He for one, hoped it would live up to it's name.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>