"Of course. I'm sure she wouldn't mind my bothering her this early," she replies, smiling; the comment might strike the elf as odd, because it was early evening, in this city. "Drink up," she directs the elf, letting her finish her hot cocoa, before leading her back outside, and across the city, to one of the other major districts, a much nicer, high quality district, to one of the largest mansions in the area, calmly walking up to the front door and knocking, let into a well-furnished waiting room by one of the servants. "The Mistress should be along soon," the heavyset male human butler announces.