It is the Twelfth hour by the Shadow on Shadowwatch, the 2nd day of Bleakdreary in the year 628. Muri's brows knit in confusion. "Me Lady?" she says. "De Duchess ye mean? Ah cain't say dat she's displeased me goin' off on me own so much. She ain't said as much. She strikes me as de type dat would tell me so. No, tis mostly me family Ah speak so about." She looks around the room again. "Dat why ye lives here 'stead o' in Fas'held? Cause of wot ye c'n do?" Sandrim rubs the back of his neck. "It's why I came in the first place," he says. "Didn't want to be locked away in Northreach."