Knock on the front door.

Mr. Godwin Griffiths stands before the doorway of Vraelion Estate with his troupe of beautiful exotic dancers. He, or you, knocks on the door and awaits an answer. You can't help but feel tense due to the myriad of ways this could go terribly wrong right from the start. You've been through so much, however--faced the most terrifying foes, handled the strangest and most embarrassing scenarios, and overcame insurmountable odds. You stand there with confidence with one hand in your pocket and the other tugging on your moustache, so that when the door does finally open, you fully appear like you're meant to be where you stand.

And you do. The butler who answers the door is an older elf in proper garb, and he looks you over with inspecting eyes. "May I help you, sir?" he asks politely.

"Indeed," you respond. "My name is Godwin Griffiths, and I believe your master is expecting me. The road has proven to be rather kind, you see, and I've arrived earlier than first expected. If I may, I'd love to speak of our plans at the upcoming ball, perhaps not with him, but with somebody, if you'll have me."

"Ah yes. A pleasure, Mr. Griffiths. I was informed of your arrival, yes. Master Vraelion is currently busy, but--"

"Who's that?" comes a small voice from behind. It seems there's a young lad poking his eyes into view. His blond hair looks as if it was previously neatly groomed yet made messy regardless, though you can see he has a pair of tiny horns sprouting from his forehead, and a little tail of glistening golden scales protruding out from below his fancy shirt. He looks at your party with the wide, sparkling eyes of childlike wonder. "I want to see!"

The butler looks down at the boy. "You should go play, young master."

"But I want to see the funny moustache man and his friends."

He sighs, but then looks to you. "You may enter. While the master is busy, you may speak to me about any concerns you may have. I will take note, and transfer all messages forward." After that, he gestures a welcoming hand through the entrance.

"Thank you, sir," you reply before stepping into their home.

It's warm inside. The foyer is grand, with two staircases which lead up to the next level. The butler and the little one lead you down the hall to the right, over to a parlour with a fireplace, though the fire itself flickers between pink and purple. There are shelves of books and several places to sit, including a wide sofa located in front of a coffee table, facing the roaring flame. Once arrived, the butler places a gloved hand against his chest and bows politely before speaking once again. "Please, seat yourselves. I will bring tea," he says.

Jelly plops down first, followed by Eva beside her, both on the sofa. Amara sits next to her at the end. Niki finds a chair to lay back on adjacent to them, and opposite of her, you also sit down on a chair of your own. You look towards Niki, across the coffee table, as she sinks into the seat with her legs spread out lazily. Without words, after a moment, she realizes what she's meant to be doing and jumps up into proper seating posture--back straight, hands on her legs. Her eyes dart back and forth.

Thankfully the butler doesn't seem to have noticed anything strange. He turns around and departs, which would leave you alone to contemplate a plan if it wasn't for the young master staying behind.