<em><strong>Week Four</strong></em><br/><br/>Things go just as the manor folk like it this week, with all the big events happening elsewhere.<br/><br/>Baron Trunkenhammer harrumphs a few times pondering his schemes against those who denounced him. "Well," he confides to his maid. "I was going to crush Treyan's daughter like a bug but I suppose anyone who helps out that much destroying dark magic can't be all bad. Same for the little goblin I suppose. Re-hire all the goblins we fired."<br/><br/>The maid knew better than to point out they'd never fired any in the first place, and just curtseyed and gave a "yes, sir."<br/><br/>Meanwhile Lady Whitecastle was quite upset that her guests, including Countess Ulrika and the aasimar Meadows in the Sky wouldn't shut up about that darn book and how its destruction was a crime against reason. "Ugh, this was better when people were wearing books for fashion." She muttered. "Maybe I should invite the person who came up with that to my parties instead of you bores!"