"Rebecca? You are in luck indeed, she just returned from a trip." The guard-decoration on the left bid her to enter, and go upstairs, the one on the right snickered, and mumbled something like "How in luck remains to be seen."<br/><br/>Inside Callie passed to the stairs leading to the first floor, bypassing the main room where rowdy and loud celebrations were going on - was that a drinking competition with navels as cups? - and came up in front of a very appealing looking young woman in front of an ornate door. "How may I help you, miss?" the acolyte asked.