The next day, the lot of you somehow manage to wake up and get dressed in something that, while perhaps not proper or modest, is at least acceptable to wear out in public.  A bit before two in the afternoon, you arrive at House Kassell's manor, and after showing the letter to the guard at the gate, are led to the extravagant manor by one of the guards, who knocks on the door.  The butler, an elf named Alinorn, greets you and takes you further inside, through several hallways until you arrive at a large study, something clearly made for hosting and entertaining a dozen or so guests, with several chairs and couches arranged in an oval shape near the fireplace, several end tables scattered between them and several large bookshelves lining the walls of the room.  "Please, make yourselves comfortable," Alinorn says in a slightly droning voice.  "The master will be with you shortly.  Would you like anything to drink in the meantime?"