The modrons toppled over like dominoes, the ball like one in back even rolling all the way into the kitchen. With a sigh, Jeeves helped straighten the little creatures, picking one up and setting it upright.<strong> "Miss Purity, I would ask that you please refrain from knocking over the staff. They are only interested in helping others and keeping things in an orderly fashion, such chaos could upset them."</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://static.zerochan.net/Thomas.Shakespeare.full.809842.jpg)</div></div></div><br/>There was a knock at the door, and a modrom scrambled to stand and answer it. On the other side was a tall blonde elf woman, suitcase in her hands. Outside, it was evident rain was approaching, dark clouds could be seen gathering behind her. She looked down at the modron, tilting her head.<strong>"Ah? Oh! What a cute little construct! I heard the Venturo were well established but had no idea..."</strong>The elf looked between the modrons, not seeming to notice the rest of the group, before her eyes settled on Jeeves.<strong>"Oh! Oh wow!"</strong>She rushed over to the warforged and began circling around him, looking him up and down.<strong>"Such craftsmanship! You're an older model design, around you? Newer designs aren't so artistic, the empire sadly doesn't seem to appreciate good art with their machines of death...."</strong><br/><br/>At that, Jeeves coughed, or made the sound of a cough at the very least.<strong>"Ma'am, please...."</strong>He looked towards Elenore, and despite having no facial expressions, the look of 'please for the love of god distract her' was universal.