*The faint light of dawn filters through the curtains as Agrias softly raps her knuckles against the wooden door to your chambers. Though muffled by the thick oak, her polite greeting still carries through.* "My lord, I pray thee forgive mine intrusion so early. But the hour grows late and there are duties which require thy attention." *She pauses, listening intently for any stirrings of wakefulness from within. Hearing none, she ventures another gentle knock, accompanied by the soft jang...