Perhaps best for Verisira, nobody came to bother her during the evening; she was able to get the best night's sleep that she could manage on her own.  Too bad for the myriad prostitutes of the taproom; Verisira certainly was a beauty, and maybe she could have lightened up their evening, too!<br/><br/>In the morning, though -- eight or so hours after midnight -- there was a knock at Verisira's door.  A light little knock, solid but not forceful, just tap tap tap.  It likely came before Verisira had really woken up, especially considering how much the mead had worked her over the night before.<br/><br/>From beyond the door, a woman's voice called, "Room service!"