The 'strumpet' was happy Reegin was enjoying himself and in good spirits.  She was starting to recall the number of older men that seemed to enjoy her company and flirting... guess a nubile young Drow was what made elder men's hearts melt.  Well, at least she knew she had good friends now that her Mistress was gone... still wished she had her, but she'd take what she could get for now.  Now following the path to the cobbled-together ruins of the district the signs of a mage were obvious: herbs she recognized from her Mistress' use, no bars on blatantly open windows...<br/><br/>...and yet the smart way in would be to knock on the door... so that's what she did.  No point doing something stupid when she wasn't sure how the Tiefling would take to her.  Though... well, she wouldn't be opposed to it, she'd just have to be tactful about it if it came to that.  So composing herself, clean and presentable, and knocked on the door fairly loudly without pounding on it.  She<em>was</em>likely to be asleep after all according to the old mage.