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The ambassadors awoke late the next morning, every last one of them, regardless of regular sleeping habits. Their nightly dreams had been interrupted by screams and howls, and though they attributed these sounds to the assassination of Smilog and Co., they were happily disproved early on when they all reached a comfortable seating area set up for their benefit.
As they sat over tea, coffee, whiskey, and whatever else they could find, nibbling crumpets far before tea time and blinking the sleep from their eyes, conversation (which had amazingly started at all!) turned to the events of the night before.
"Why has Lady Alli not arrived to inform us of last night's happenings?" one diplomat asked irritably. Why indeed.
"Doesn't... isn't... I don't know." another started and ended lamely.
"But what sort of creatures howl with such an incredible musical crescendo to back them?" asked another.
"Shouldn't we be... um... working?" added yet another, tentatively.
"No!" came a resounding reply. "We cannot be expected to work properly with our rest so rudely interrupted, and without even an explanation for it."
"So... we're taking the day off?"
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