Molly took a step back when the crash happened and looked at the man known as Fletcher oddly before shaking her head and placing her hands on her hips.

	"You are lucky the Lady Amalthea is already in her quarters," she quipped. Two men at arms came rushing into the great hall from the back stair case that led into the depths of the castles lower floors. Molly held up a hand and they came to a halt.

	"Just a bumbling thief from the looks of it, I believe Amon and Ser Carver have the situation under control," she said before waiving them off. They turned quickly and headed back from where they came.

	"Seems you two gentlemen will be earning you keep this evening, bring him with you and follow me," she said as she motioned with a single finger and began walking.

	The castle seemed to be set up with no direct route to any place in particular; winding stair cases cut short to floors and landings that went this way and that until eventually they ended up in a moderate sized room that seemed to be the kitchen. 

	It was nothing grand and seemed more fitting for a small cottage than a castle. In the center was a table that took up much of the room with several stools and benches surrounding it. A small wood stove and buckets of water lined up on a shelf against the wall separated by cracked dishes. 

	An odd looking black and white cat with a peg leg and a patch over one eye purred as it lay on the table. Molly scratched the cat behind the ear for a moment before she began to tend to what seemed like a stew bubbling in the cauldron hanging over the back wall hearth.

	"Just sit him down there," she said to those that had bothered to follow her.