There was a small embarrassed laugh escaping Carolyn's lips at Tehr's questions again but she smiled in a way that suggested she wasn't planning on telling, but found it quite amusing.<strong>"Thank you for the welcome, again, and I am finding myself feeling more at ease than I anticipated."</strong>She smiled sweetly even as Tehr took his leave to have a chance to bathe. The real Angelique got up to set down some clothes while 'Alexandria' and Carolyn headed out of the room still in her form, due to return to their 'own' soon enough. Shaking her head amused, Angelique took a short sniff at the bedsheets and shook her head there. "Probably a good idea to wash the sheets. Magic is magic but there's a definite delight in freshly washed warm sheets." She grinned to herself while relieving the bed of its sheets briefly and heading on herself.<br/><br/>The morning hours passed relatively quickly, a long soak was one thing, the preparation for the day another, but on arriving to his office Tehr was greeted by a sight of a small note left on the table there for his attention it seemed, though nothing else appeared to have been touched. Upon it was in a somewhat messy writing of someone perhaps not used to writing down too much, a short penned down note.<br/><br/><em>"Lady Carolyn's journey was largely uneventful but upon meeting with a group of people with some wounded her willingness to help came out. Unfortunately for people on the road such talents can be worth more than people in towns would expect. A capable healer with magic could fetch a fairly large price for a group of thugs, and that's what those men were. Former mercenaries renting their services still, but bordering on banditry just holding onto their mercenary status just enough to avoid being hunted down. <br/><br/>Their location was 2 miles north of Westshire Abbey, at the fork in the roads they made their camp just out of sight in the woods, but with watchers along both routes north, suggesting a possible ambush set-up. The mercenary with Lady Carolyn was likewise finding less work but one that believes in the oath Trust Honor Profit, in that order, and thus found it disgusting what those men along the road were up-to. He in fact mentioned the gazes and suggested they ride hard, even if it took them a while.<br/><br/>On that note, they were attacked <em>twice</em> along the way, on the road. Once before meeting with the camp, with an apparent 'maddened hunter' trying to use both of them for target practice with a bow, and once by a small gang of three men that seemed intent to violate a lone young woman on the road after dealing with her 'husband', only to meet their fate at the end of the mercenary's blade."</em><br/><br/>It was Heidi's writing then, though given the way she wrote it was safe to say she wasn't the most highly educated person. Then again she wasn't of the aristocracy or clergy, so the fact she could write clear enough was a positive side. Nevertheless, looking through the papers prepared before with Angelique's criticism on the first editions, Tehr was getting close to being ready. It was about noon at the time, when Christina returned to the hall, along with one of the guards from the gates, before making her way over to the house.<br/><br/>Soon after her return, the carriage of the House Saari was pulling in at the gates, the familiar faces of the two sisters and the Matron of the house evident, followed by the elders. The halfling staff moved to provide the horses with food and drink, while Angelique and Heidi moved to show the ladies in, at the same time that Sarah's knuckles gave a firm knock on his study door.<strong>"Master Tehr, our guests from the House Saari have just arrived."</strong>