The dawn breaks, and a groggy Sylvina starts a new day, curled up, half-waking in
the clean sheet of the sumptuous bed. She turns over, and reaches out her hand for...

o 0 ( Bother...that damn tournament. He'll be off getting drunk already, no doubt... )

Slowly, she emerges from her bedly coccoon, and begins her morning rituals. She sits at
the mirror, luxuriously brushing her long, pale tresses, when suddenly, a large, looming
figure appears behind her. She starts, and whirls around.

"Rex! How many times....Ggghhhh..." she growls.

"Yes, ma'am. Beggin' your pardon ma'am..." Rex mumbles "...the master wishes to enquire as
to wether ma'am will be attending the tournament, so please you, ma'am...".

Sylvina looks down her nose at him. No, I most certainly will not!", she spits in
revulsion. Honestly. "And I'll thank you to refer to him as 'my husband'. He's master of
nothing but that confounded tavern of his.". She sniffs, and tuens back to the mirror.

The looming figure remains for several seconds.

"Will that be all, ma'am?", it growls lowly.

"Yes, you may go.", she barks. As Rex hurrieldy exits, she smiles. Off to the tournament
as well, I expect. She examines herself in the mirror. Perhaps she will go along for a
while. After all, it pays to be seen.