*somewhere within the Drafty Manor the dust swirls and blows together until it has the vague form of a living being.  Then the dust softly falls from this being until it reveals a rather busty frog maid still wearing the clothing she wore before she met her rather untimely and rather messy end.<br/><br/>She looks around, sighing softly.  "So many things to clean," she says, almost in a whisper.  "This place must be ready for the master, or I will punished for certain!"<br/><br/>*she hurries to the closet to remove a ratty feather duster and pull a vacuum, old as this place and hardly likely to be in any sort of working order, from the closet where it has been sitting for who knows how long.  Then she heads out to make certain this old place is given a proper cleaning, in preparation for the Master.  After all, he may be out now, but there is no telling when he might come back!*