Shaking my head at the question, I glanced over at the rose plant Matilda gave me. After giving her the notes for the Halls of Prophecy, her demeanor did a complete flip. She was no longer snappy and instead very cordial. Like one would imagine a kind old lady, Matilda became just that towards me. It was an interesting experience how she would shower me with praise, then immediately give Saul a sarcastic remark. All of that led to the rose plant that was now on my table. A kind gesture, but it didn’t belong there. When I retire for the night, the table in my chamber would be a perfect place for the single red rose.