[ There is a lady in flowing renaissance garb wandering down your hallways, Paradisa.

Lucrezia is peeking through doors left ajar and knocking on closed ones. She has stowed her device in her coat pocket and it turns on to catch her muttering timidly through the open doors. ]

Pardon me, I have been searching for the--master of this house. Only to thank him for his hospitality, of course, but I could not seem to find him. Perhaps you could help me?

Hello?

[ ooc; open for action and/or audio. ]