Alessia frowns behind the visor of her gleaming white helm. She doesn't like this. Not one bit. There's a soft clattering sound as she turns her head to regard the tower and its hourglass...
She then looks towards the table, and walks on over to it, placing one foot on the table next to Timble.
She then slams her morningstar down on the table. "You are going to explain. Now."