Hearing the door open, Alice lazily rose from her bed and groaned as she stretched. "Are we leaving now?" Touching her head and feeling her hair frizzle up, she quickly licked her hand and patted it down before jumping out of bed and grabbing her cloak, throwing it on. The servant stared with dull eyes, seeing her actions, but said nothing, suppressing whatever thoughts she had about her.
"Lord Goodson has prepared a small meal before your departure. Please, follow me." Grabbing the quill from beside her pillow, she safely secured it in her belt before swooping up her satchel and following behind. Looking around the halls, she couldn't help but find it rather boring. Every corridor was tight, only able to fit two people walking side by side, the walls bare and grey, with only the occasional door or torch changing it.
