"Then speak up."

It was said that in some parts of the world, vampires needed invitation to enter someone's house. Unfortunately Cornelia was the type of person who would just invite herself in to someone else's house. Upon the door opening, she strode in confidently, putting aside the question for the moment, looking around the art teacher's house like a lord surveying his realm. Or an overcurious vampire who haven't been out of the castle for centuries.

"Is this one of your paintings?" Cornelia looked over a painting still set up on the easel. "Hmm, not very good. You have a large black line through the middle. Not satisfied with it, I suppose."

A commoner's room. How odd, how drab, how utterly full of unluxurious things that was somehow interesting. Her wings, now condensed and small for convinience, could barely stop flapping from excitement. How was it that such drabness could be so interesting in a commoners room. There was even this book with two men embracing each other, holding a broken sword. No doubt it must be of something chivalrous and brave. How unexpected of a commoner to have such refined taste in knights and...

Her wings stopped flapping the moment she flipped to the middle of the book, and she put it down gingerly, a slight look of embarrassment on her face. A moment later however, she turned to the yuki onna with a flourish.

"NOW! Fulfill my request, and thou shall be handsomely rewarded!" She flourished her cape dramatically, halting a moment as she tried hard at remembering other old English words she could use and failing.. "Disguise me and guide me through the Gravetown, to areas other than the Foggy Lake and without being discovered by my servants."

"...and.. uh... where do you get other books like that?"