The villa of Drovano Zellirion was just as gaudy as she had expected; sitting upon a forested hill with high towers and elegant decoration. Or at least what she assumed was supposed to be elegant. Imrae could never understand the human sense of what they considered good looking. She was not there to debate that with anyone though. She had come down into the valley with a single purpose. She had spent the better part of that day hiding in the woods, watching the villa. Specifically the comings and going of the staff and guards. When night time finally fell, that was when she could make her move. She easily made her way inside the villa, slipping past the guards, skulking down the dim hallways.<br/><br/>As she approached the bedchamber, something felt off. The silence; from what she knew, there should have been some manner of sound. Unless the event, as it were, was already over. No, something wasn’t right. She decided a less direct approach was warranted, even with the lack of guards. She turned from the door and made her way outside again onto a balcony in an empty room, stepping outside and onto the side of the building. The magic of the Demonweb Coat let her stick to walls, making traversal of any building just as easy. She carefully made her way along the wall to the candlelit window, peering inside to see if her instinct had been right, or if she was getting paranoid in her age.