Of course a man like Lord Rune was not one to answer the door himself. That is what slaves were for. The door was answered by a small mousey looking lass, who appeared so timid that it was a miracle that she opened the door on her own.<br/><br/>Looking out, she saw the small, soaked, bedraggled figure on the door step. She quickly opened the door wider. " Please come in!" She ushered the young lady inside quickly. From the state of her dress, it did not appear she was here for dinner. The slave concluded that she must be a beggar or a runaway.<br/><br/>"Come into the kitchen, I'll find you some scraps while you warm yourself by the stove!" It was obvious that due to the cloak, she remain ignorant of the guest's particular bloodline.