Vivienne nodded happily, led them out of the room and up a step into a kitchen equipped with all the conveniences of the Twenty-first Century charming...y concealed in Nineteenth Century ambiance. Archways led to a dining room on one side and a hall leading to the front entrance and the living room with its fireplace. The rooms smelled fresh and clean, the woodwork gleaming under its varnish, the floors tiled or of polished wood and carpeted with richly hued oriental rugs. The windows were large,. "Just what time?" Well, she was here last night, too. She hasn't gone three days in a row that I've heard of. You could try her dorm, I guess. She's in Montrose Hall. Same Montrose..." I just looked at him. He explained. "She's Carolyn Smith-Montrose. One of the Montroses. And no, I don't know why she does what she does." Who ever knows about women?" was my reply, but I was only making a joke to cover my confusion.In any case, I wandered down the hill to Montrose Hall. She was in the registry,. When the package arrived, I couldn't hold back my excitement. I shrieked like a little girl and clapped my hands together repeatedly. Unable to keep the smile from my face, I ripped open the tape on the cardboard box and inside was a cooler. I was puzzled. "ooooohh, what could it be?" I said out loud. I opened the cooler and to my surprise there was a small wooden box inside. It was beautiful, there was an evergreen tree and a skull with script that said "for my slut" burned into the wood. I. .. stumbled and fell,” Rhys lied. Even to his own ears, it didn’t sound very convincing. Especially not if these are Faedal’s men. “I’m looking for the ‘Dancing Dryad.’ It should be around here somewhere.”The men laughed. “You’re way off course, lad. The ‘Dryad’ is at least three days thataway,” the sergeant said, pointing. “And with your leg? You’d be lucky to make it that far.”“If you want, we can put you out of yer misery,” one of the others said, hefting his hatchet.The sergeant whirled.