Laughing mirthfully at the idea of 'Nectar of Saru,' Madame said, "Well, there seems to be nothing that my staff cannot come up with, eh? If that is your preferred beverage, then I would certainly do nothing to prevent you from drinking it, my dear Ophelia."<br/><br/>She shifts slightly in her seat and sighs. "Madame is quite tired this evening, actually. My body pains me, and I was looking for a certain medicinal tonic I had stored away behind the bar."<br/><br/>Tilting her head towards Karen, "A job, you say? Well, if you are coming with Mordred's recommendation, then I can see no reason not to employ you, my dear. If you will forgive me, we will have to wait for another time to discuss it in detail. I am in need of rest."<br/><br/>Smiling yet again, though weaker this time, Madame begs her leave of her company and heads towards her chamber door. Turning once to blow a kiss to Ophelia, she disappears quickly. Torn between her duty to entertain, and the pain in her body, she hopes her guests will make themselves at home during her absence.