The Elf Goldleaf got up early, and he sneaked a look at newspapers from various places, then during breakfast he stopped Ulyula, "Lord Ulyula, is the young master really okay?"
"He should be." The expression of the old vampire was somewhat doubtful and uncertain.
"What's with that expression," Goldleaf asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Last night, Young Master Durin talked in his sleep about things that I probably should forget. Don't get me into trouble, please. All I can say is that he is definitely fine."
"Alright, but how come he hasn't shown up yet today?"
"Why don't you go up to the top floor and ask? See for yourself whether you'll be tossed out of which window in the hallway for disturbing the good times of young people."
"Then let's not."
The exchange between the Elf and the vampire came to a halt as they heard footsteps coming from the direction of the stairs.
First to come down was Melinda—no, she should be called the Great Hunter, or Mrs. Melinda now.
