Lydia balanced the chair carefully as she sipped from a cup of mead; her booted feet resting lightly on the table and her wide-brimmed hat resting on one toe. "... and then the whole place shook once like a wet dog sheading itself and fell into a heap! I swore that I would never let him pull another lever as long as he lived!" Her eyes sparkled as her full lips turned up into a grin, "After we dug him out, that was."<br/><br/>Her story was interrupted by the Halfling head and the tossing of the letter. "Well hello there." she said and thumped down to all four chair legs as she reached for the package, "Pay the fellow for his services, won't you Kiera?"<br/><br/>She opened the letter and in a rich, halty tone implied by the careful handwriting, began to read aloud.<br/><br/>"Well, well." she tapped her bottom lip with a corner of the letter, "That was remarkably fast... finding us, I mean..."