<strong>Shan'sail, Shan'sail's bedroom, 8:00 AM.</strong><br/>((Picture to be added later.))<br/>HP: 97<br/>AC: 20<br/>Status: Normal<br/><br/>Shan'sail's quarters were spartan when compared to Noble's, even if she allowed her position to show in little things. Little things like the amount of expensive clothes discarded around the room. This morning she had changed from her silk nightgown to simple red woolen dress however, better suited for day's task.<br/><br/>She was sitting next to her table, going over her letters when a slave knocked and opened the creaking door. Shan'sail didn't believe in oiled door hinges that allowed people to enter her bedroom silently. She didn't so as spare glance to the slave as the girl placed tray of food on the table. When the girl turned to leave, she looked up from her letters at her.<br/><br/>"Has the Matron awoken yet?" She asked. The slave muttered an answer and Shan'sail dissmissed her. After the girl had left, she ate her light breakfast before burning her letters with a candle. She had already memorised everything important in them, and there were spies even in this house. She suspected that the slave girl actually answered to somebody in other houses, but had so far been able to prove it. Shaking her head she left the room. Since raising to her position of spymistress of the house, she had had to get used to the idea of others spying on her rather than other way around. She was a new player at this game, and other houses and their spymistresses were getting, or would soon get, interested in her and finding her dirty secrets. Thankfully, she didn't have any. Yet.<br/><br/>She pushed those thoughts aside. She had a habit of being underestimated, a thing that suited her well, and she doupted that interest on her would last long, atleast not before she had consolitated her power and position.