Frerin ponders about this note. Surely taking tea at the afternoon sounds like an insufferable social meeting. Probably with more people. Talking, noisy, people. On the other hand, Agela seemed like an important person, and probably wouldn't like to waste her time, so it was probably something important. And maybe, just maybe, interesting. "Oh well" he thought "maybe I can at least ask about someplace nice to settle down. I hope there's something stronger than tea, though." After lunch, Frerin began his preparations. Brushing a bit his green cloak and splashing water on his face to clear the worst of the mud and dirt from his beard, he strolled down from the Silver Harp to Agela's office.