"Oh good," says a bustling woman with neatly upswept graying hair, a lined face, and several flowers held in one hand. "She found you. Or you found her. Never does like taking direction, does she? Not from shems, at any rate. And I was only just saying you were in your office."

Ysalwen turns, cracking a slight smile at the woman's approach.

"Aggi. And here I was just looking for you, too. Thank you for the flowers. She'll appreciate it more when she's back, I imagine. And -- I've a guest who will be spending at least the night -- Stanton, here. He'll need a room, one of the smaller chambers not on Wade and Herren's side of the Keep, please? Maybe near the library? I'm sure you know the set I mean."

Well away from any current occupants, recently renovated and repaired, and quiet.

For the nightmares that no one here is talking or even thinking about.

"Yes, m'lady Ysa," Aggi says promptly, looking the guest over once or twice -- he is handsome, after all. "Any luggage or parcels to be put in there as well? Or notice given to the stablehands about when he'll be wanting to leave?"