Alfred opened a door to a side room that was surprisingly large and opulent, dominated by a white porcelain tub that was already steaming. Two maids stood silently by the wall, their hands clasped in front of them.
"The young lady will be bathed and given a new set of clothes," Alfred announced to the maids, then he looked at Rebecca, his expression one of weary resignation, "You will cooperate. Do not cause trouble for my staff."
"Whoa! A giant sink!" Rebecca ran into the room, slid across the floor, and poked a finger into the hot water, "Ooh, it's warm! Can I put bubbles in it? I want lots and lots of bubbles!"
Alfred closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, 'This child is a menace. Lord Moria has a strange taste in guests.'
He turned his attention back to Luthra, "While she is being attended to, I will show you to the armory. Lord Moria's orders were explicit."
