So here I was, it was 11:30, I had a drink — and the bottle, in case I needed more fortification — and was staring at the envelope. I still didn�...�t know why I hadn’t read it yet. I mean, it was probably a last will and testament of sorts for Mike. But for some reason I was nervous. I had no idea why, but I was. I felt like this would be his last communication with me, and I guess I thought that the longer I delayed reading it, the longer Mike wouldn’t really be dead and gone. It was illogical,. I have knocked the door and a old female servant had opened the door and invited me to sit and she also offer me water after 30 minutes wait that 2 females have come down stairs they he sit in front of me andtold that servant to leave the home and they are in there gowns.They have asked me some more questions and finally they have selected me and fixed my salary. I thanked them ready to leave but they told me if I have any questions I can ask them and immediately I asked them who are there at. "Who were the dwarves that died?"I was impressed; Jowan could answer right away. "Murray, Walder, and Tipper."I was heartbroken that the energetic, clever-tongued dwarf we'd met the day before was gone. It didn't seem to matter to me that the dwarves didn't consider this a tragedy; I did. They may have seen themselves as already dead, but just a few hours before they'd been alive and well. And somehow knowing one of them, having spoken with her ... it made it worse.I winced, and Alistair put. Bodies stiffened then lost all rigidity, two hot wet piles of flesh. Bess’s fortifying wine from earlier in the day and the brandy Jamey had consumed earlier caught up with them. They dozed in a heap. Both were startled by a tapping on the wall. Tim stuck his head into the room, from the hidden passageway. “Sir, the crowds outside are getting very restless. You may be in danger if you do not go now.” Jamey did not know, nor did he care, how much Tim had seen. Even if he spoke about his.