So it turns out Isabella spent a night in Lord Balrus's house, she had her own room and two servants to tend to her needs. When she woke up it was already half noon, the cool autumn sun wasn't as hot but she still claimed to be feeling hot. Lord Balrus ordered a cold refreshing juice for her, then three servants serve her breakfast at the large table.
Lord Balrus was busy crafting a letter, he had an ink and a quill, and ten white plain papers. Three of them were folded and tossed to the side, he will surely burn them later to erase evidence of whatever he was writing. Isabella seemed occupied with the pastries and pies, cakes and hot tea served for her.
She moaned when she took a bite out of a Double-Crust fruit pie, then she moaned again when the servants cut for her a Custard pie. "This is what wealthy men eat all the time?" she struggled to speak with the pie inside her mouth. "What I wouldn't give to be you Balrus?"
