This point thus adjusted, the young women left Mrs. Cole to talk and concert matters with me, when she explained to me, that “I should be introduced...that very evening, to four of her best friends, one of whom she had, according to the custom of the house, favoured with the preference of engaging me in the first party of pleasure;” assuring me, at the same time, “that they were all young gentlemen agreeable in their persons, and unexceptionable in every respect; that united, and holding together. But I guess it was cheap and with a two hundred mile trip each way it wasn't too bad."Come in, Sophie, don't be shy." He smiled, welcoming me into his room.I nervously stepped inside and then jumped when I heard the door close and self lock behind me. Robert quickly packed his things away before turning around to look at me."Are you ok, Sophie?" He smiled."Yes ..." I lied nervously.Rob walked towards me, stopping only a few feet in front of me. "You know, Sophie?" He started to say before. “I just wanted to thank you for your hospitality,” she began formally. “You may have invited us, but we never would have expected such a warm welcome. And it seems you’ve probably saved all of our lives, as mad as it feels to say. I appreciate everything you have done for us.”“Nonsense.” I shook my head. “I wish I could have done more – stopped Marian and Bethany from going to the Deep Roads, perhaps.”Leandra smiled. “I doubt the Maker himself could have stopped them.” She sighed. “I think .... Then, the first rumours began to circulate in Lueneburg, about the terrible Butcher of Warnesund. Already, he had killed two score soldiers and citizens, and Joerg realised that the story would get bigger and bigger with each telling. He also knew he had to leave.He mounted his horse again and directed it southwards, up the valley of the River Elbe. He travelled unchallenged for almost two weeks. Mostly, he slept in taverns along the way. This allowed him to eat decent suppers and gave him an.