The man didn't speak, and instead simply left, quickly. When she left, the maid was waiting for her outside the door, and rose and bowed her head slightly, before offering a cup with a few herbs. "I heard that you were...upset. Mevar unfortunately requires...direction, at times."<br/><br/>She waited for a few moments, and then led the way downstairs, to another doorway where she knocked and then opened the door. Within was a ritual chamber, the walls lined with alchemical equipment and a large tub that looked to be filled with honey in the center of the room. Angela, still in her sleeping gown, and another woman, a stunning redhead in a black gown reinforced by leather and silver straps, were speaking. The redhead turned and looked Naael over with azure eyes, and asked bluntly. "Are you the one who needs the spell? No, Angela, don't speak. I need her to tell me in her<em>own</em>words. You know how invasive this spell has to be to function. I want to ensure that she knows what she's getting into."