"Eyah!" shrieked Isabelle as the woman seemed to materialize behind her from thin air. In her panic, she accidentally fell back in her chair. She glanced up from the floor at the woman, who introduced herself as Cora. "Hawk won't be happy that you broke his table," she told Vestiago.

"I'll say it was like that when we got here if you will," Isabelle offered, still lying on her back. She was too interested in where things were going to get up right away. She was also [i]very[/i] interested in the invisible ink trick. That would come in handy in the future; she'd have to consider asking Ilario about making her some later. She listened as Cora read the note out loud, then sighed.

"Bed, huh? I'm actually all for that," she said. She'd had a long day even [i]before[/i] coming here... and she'd only been here a few minutes. "I'll see you guys tomorrow morning." With that, she headed upstairs. Surprisingly (and to her delight), there were enough rooms for everyone to have their own. She took the one closest to the stairs and stepped inside, locking the door behind her.

The room was actually pretty nice. There was a comfy-looking bed (with [i]silk[/i] sheets!), a small nightstand, a table and chair in the corner, and a window overlooking the city. Overall, it was simple, but homey. She fell back on the back and sank with an audible sigh into the mattress. It was [i]so[/i] comfortable. She might not be a real noble yet, but she was [i]definitely[/i] living the high life. Quickly undoing her pigtails, she tucked in and closed her eyes. This was gonna be an incredible experience.

Or it would get her killed. She tried not to think about that.