"Ah-" Alacruun's eyebrows shoot straight up for a moment. He really is surprised - he'd expected a note in reply, not a visit. But still, Adalia is out for the moment, so now is as good a time as any. He steps back and clears his (large) bulk from the doorway.

"Please, come in. I'm afraid I wasn't expecting... guests."

His side of the room is strewn with notes and papers and borrowed books. Someone has been burning the midnight oil.

"I am Alacruun, but I think you know that..."