Doing as she was told, Erma followed Fillet from his bed that looked so soft it was a wonder that it didn't swallow the gnome and smother him to death. Not letting such a thought fall to and from her lips, she sat down at the offered chair and wondered about what it could be that Fillet could only share with her. Were it to be something rather...<i>personal</i>, she would most definitely bear through it, as enjoyable as it would not be. Her sword rested on her just as it had in the meeting room. Gripping the hilt lightly, she queried, "<span style="color: blue">What is it you wish to speak with me about, sir?</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>