Lady Salamence awoke at the crack of noon, her head rising from the down-filled pillows as she slowly rose to her feet. The previous night had been one of great entertainment, and as she had been spending a bit too much time living as a wastrel, she had stopped caring about waking up early. After all, if one merely sleeps when tired and wakes up when done sleeping, there is never a problem.<br/><br/>Until her butler Jeeves knocked upon her bedchamber door. Pulling a sheet up around her otherwise naked body, she sat upon the bed, glancing at the scattered gold pieces, and called out to him.<br/><br/>"Come in!"<br/><br/>Jeeves entered, bowing slightly as he did, before walking over to the not-so-noble noble.<br/><br/>"Good day to you, Milady, and I hope you find the weather most agreeable. How fortunate that we have been blessed with living in the midlands where the sun showers us with radiant warmth, and if I may be so bold as to say so milady, you look simply ravishing this morning. May I believe that your sleep was invigorating and without event?"<br/><br/>"You may, Jeeves. Now, why have you chosen to enter my chambers?"<br/><br/>"Ah, getting precisely to the point as ever, milady. This letter has been sent to you, and I am led to believe your presence has been requested some distance from here. I have taken the liberty of packing your necessary belongings, milady, although regrettably I will not be able to join you on this most fascinating of journeys."<br/><br/>Taking hold of the letter, Salamence raised one eyebrow at the contents.<br/><br/>"...interesting. Very interesting indeed. Well, I think I had better attend. Thank you for your foresight, Jeeves. Will you be able to manage the house in my absence?"<br/><br/>"Why of course, milady. I shall keep it in the most fabulous of states while you are gone, so that on the joyous day of your return, you find it exactly to your likings. Now, milady, flying is probably fastest for a lady of you stature, but might I recommend avoiding the Stafford region, as I am led to believe it is raining like a bitch."<br/><br/>Managing not to show her surprise at his choice of words, Lady Salamence, all 9 and a half feet of her, smiled and folded the letter back up.<br/><br/>"Yes, I will fly there. And thank you for the advice. I will likely not send a message of my return, as I will arrive before any messenger can get here. Just assume I will be gone for some time..."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The next day (having spent a night at an inn on the way), Lady Salamence made her landing, where she showed her invitation to the guards before entering. Seeing what her room was like, she considered it acceptable - namely, the beds placed next to each other made for a big enough sleeping space, and the door frame was high enough for her to not hit her head on the way in.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Sitting down, she listened to the beginning of the speech. At the mention of their task, her eyes widened in complete surprise.<br/><br/><em>...so it's really true. Does our host have information that will make this possible?</em>