<strong><span class="bbc_u">Chapter 1: After the Council</span></strong><br/><br/>Kerith leads Aren from the study followed by the men and chorus of "Huzzah!"s. Knarr brings Aria along, too. "Time for drinking and lying, m'lady." A maid is has inconspicuously arrived before the hearth with a tray of finger sandwiches and looks from Drusilia to Victoriana. She finds it hard to hide a look of exasperation.<br/><br/>"Please to be setting them down," Drusilia prompts. "You have made them and it is bad luck to waste the first food made in your house."<br/><br/>The lets out her breath, relaxing a bit. "Thank you, ma'am. If there's nothing else, ma'am, we should get something else ready. That lot'll be wanting drink and food soon enough." She's relaxed too much she realizes too late. "I mean, the count will have his breakfast, too, ma'am," she stammers as she hurries off and shoos the rest of the servants.<br/><br/>Drusilia takes off her gloves and none too daintily takes a sandwich. "There are many on the tray because they are quite small, yes?"<br/><br/>Of course, Dora smells them. Eggs and bacon, cheeses and ham.<br/><br/>"Draga, Mayor says this room used to be where boys of this house learned to be men. He says father gave it to you for studies. Has it served you as well as your brother?" She reads Victoriana's response. "No, no, he has no wish to make it what it was. It is good for small council and good for quiet after, I think. Do you still practice your craft here?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">We can stall this if you want to finish the other first.</div></div>