The door swung open creekily after the first knock.  Within the antechamber a butler stood at attendance, old face a chiseled image of stateliness.  For all the wild infested the place, he appeared a pure bastion of civilization unto himself.  His suit and tails were impeccably clean, his hair short and trim.<br/><br/>"Welcome, most esteemed Inquisitor.  We were not expecting you, but Master Lactus is of course always welcoming of agents of the church."  His face was the definition of dispassionate, cold blue eyes giving nothing away.  "This way," he gesticulated.  He led her to a vast guest room full of old well-cushioned sofas and small tables.  All of them looked very inviting.<br/><br/>"I shall inform the Count of your arrival," the butler said, disappearing down a hallway.<br/><br/>Delia could follow the butler, search, or maybe...<br/><br/>... she could<em>nap </em>her, for just awhile.  She was awfully tired.<br/><br/><strong>Roll Willpower.</strong>