Weather: chilly temperatures and low clouds, with a fresh breeze
The wind has shifted to the Northeast, and the early morning hours reflect a nasty chilliness which, if it were to be measured, would show on a thermometer to be in the high 30s (F) or about 4 (C). Melchior shivers near the main entrance, and is in any case awoken before the dawn, and hustled to a bench by the fire in the kitchen, where he's fed a warm broth for breakfast.
This hustling occurs as the house is entered. The first that Andrej hears about it is as he is shaken awake by Emmanuel. "Master, Master, the Mistress of the house is here." The Mistress is, of course, Serafina. She enters the front of the house with four guardsmen and her maids in waiting, and is little more than glimpsed at by Melchior before she ascends the staircase to the second floor.
She is, at present, in the doorway of Andrej's room. She is smiling, as Andrej awakes tightly bound in his blankets. "It is amazing to me that you do not snore, father. Is that a trait among half-orcs?"
Serafina won't wait for an answer to that. "I see you've collected another fellow to add to the cause," she says. "He seems a fair fellow, something of a looker, but his choice to sleep in the front hall baffled me and my entourage. Does he not know that only a great fool would consider storming a noble palace without order? The blood that descends afterwards is enough deterrent. My new husband wishes to do the same, now, and he has obtained the permission of the Archbishop of Mainz to do so - and the Archbishop has the Emperor's ear. So rouse yourself, come downstairs. I have come with instructions. Eberhardt has sent your friends to Soest, and you shall need to go find them. I shall go downstairs now and see how your new friend is faring with breakfast."
Serafina will indeed find Melchior in the kitchen. Melchior, you are somewhat struck by her; she is a most unusual woman. She shows no fear of you, though you're a stranger. She shows no resentment nor disturbance to find you, a stranger, in her house. In fact, she is somewhat amused by it. "We have become a wayfarer's inn, Mags," she says.
The cook, bustling about and ignoring Melchior, replies, "Yes Ma'am. But they're good lookin' types, with strong backs."
"Strong indeed," smirks Serafina.