I pause, looking for Felix. He is no where to be found. ARGH! Well, I guess I am not surprised, probably too busy flirting with the hired help to come get me...

As I stand there frowning, I see a manservant loading beautiful palms into a delivery wagon. He offers to take me into town, after his Mistress, Lizabet, asks if I need help. She hesitates when I say I am going to the Drakesheath Hall, and her man nearly choked when he heard the news. But, he loaded my trunks in with the palms and we were off.

I feel gloomy - there are no two ways about it. I am not sure if it is because Felix didn't come, or if it is just the atmosphere of the place. I shiver in my warm furs but the chill is deeper than weather - something is plain creepy about this place!