I was just awaiting the dinner gong when Mistress Hully arrived back looking, shall we say, a touch hirsute?
Seconds earlier a giant bat had flown overhead, it strangely appeared to be wearing a eveing gown...
Being of a gentle nature I have decided that Transylvania is perhaps greatly slighty too occult energetic for me and I believe I will go home to the Hall. If anyone would care to join me the carriage will be outside shortly with armed outriders