"Aye, servants.  The sort that do not sleep, do not eat...servitors of porcelain, I have heard them called, and men of jade and clay.  My master preferred to keep undisturbed.  Had he not also the need to instruct, to...to pass on his wisdom, it is like I should not have been called from my mountain home to join him.  Indeed, had I but known what would befall, I should have refused to come!  For it was the disturbance of my arrival that left him vulnerable."<br/><br/>She shifts, looking more than a little embarrassed.  Possibly a bit guilty.<br/><br/>"I was not in his service long when he was attacked.  He had not yet changed the wards to include me."  Oh, yes, quite embarrassed.  "I know only of the main entrance and upper floor, but he showed me the way to his workshop.  I was to be fully introduced on the morrow."<br/><br/>She gives you a hopeful glance.<br/><br/>"It will not be easy, but I am given to understand you are highly skilled.  And not all of the servitors are intact, so it will not be as difficult as all that.  Most of them stay in their appointed areas.  We are not going to the kitchen!"  She laughs.  It's a bit brittle.  And given your mutual need for sustenance, somewhat misplaced.