Aleksandra was covered in muck when she climbed, exhausted, through Aulfr's window. She was swaying on her feet, so tired she could hardly see straight. She let her mask and cloak drop to the floor, then unbuckled her belt and let her daggers drop as well. She kicked off her boots and stumbled over to the bed, letting herself fall into the softness with a groan. She almost landed in Aulfr's lap.

"The deed is done, oh future Oberjarl. And it was not easy. That man had an absurd number of guards. Seems he already knew he was in trouble." She forced herself to sit up, leaning back against the headboard. She grabbed his goblet from him and downed the rest of whatever was in it without bothering to ask what it was. A soothing warmth spread through her limbs, all to way to her toes, and she made a delighted noise. She motioned for him to pour more of it, her eyes closed.

"I had to purchase a sedative and make sure it got in their wine. Then I had to serve it to the disgusting brutes. One of them tried to put his hand up my dress," she grumbled in her stolen cup. She drank deeply, then drained it. Her cheeks were flushed now, and she was starting to feel much too hot. She tied up her hair with a leather cord and tugged off her armored tunic, so she was sat there in just her trousers and her linen undershirt, which clung to her tightly.

"I got them all to sleep, then I crept into the Jarl's room and killed him quietly, no blood and no fuss." She was slurring her words now, which she very suddenly noticed. She glanced at her goblet, thinking maybe she was just tired and more of whatever this was would fix her up. So she drank the rest. And she did not get better. In fact, she realized it was the whatever-is-was making her warm and fuzzy. "Oh nooo," she cooed, then giggled. She [i]giggled.[/i] "Aulfr, didjou get me drunk? Bad. This is bad, bad, not good." She rose up, wobbling much worse than before and meaning to get out of bed. She ended up falling face-first onto the floor with a girlish squeal.

"Ughh... Aulfie, fix me. You did this. I don't drink. Aleksa- Alexia Rayt cannot drink!" She made an attempt to crawl onto the bed, and this time she did fall into his lap. She sighed, resigned to her fate, and curled up there. "You're mean. You didn't tell me it was alcohol."