When she woke the next morning, a slight dizziness swept through her, but it couldn't be that serious, she thought dismissing any worry over it. As every morning, she ordered a pot of brew from the little old hob-goblin. 

Ten minutes passed when he tapped upon the door lightly, then opened it upon her say-so. He walked in and nodded to her, then served the first cup to the mistress of the castle. 

She greeted him and nodded. "Has Daniel woke for the day?" 

"Not that I have seen, miss."  He spoke in a half- whisper.

"I'll let him sleep then. 

Sage grinned, nodding in agreement.

"Will there be anything else miss?" He inquired.

"Oh, no thank you," She said and he left. 

Her mind went over the last twenty four hours. Specifically the poor little gremlin- hybrid. She didn't care for gremlins, but nothing deserved such a wicked, painful fate as poor Gorklin had suffered.

    She wanted to help him, barley knew his name when his spirit crossed to the other realm in her office.  Watching someone drop dead in her office wasn't something she could have ever been prepared for. In her current life-time the empress had seen more than a ton of weird. This one, however was at the top of the list for weird and creepy.

Shaking her head, then sipping on the brew; perhaps the death of a gremlin will be the worst of her struggles for today. Perhaps with a little luck, there wouldn't be any issues. 

Taking a deep breath, the empress shoved all thought of the gremlin away from her. He was gone, it was sad, now stop worrying, she told herself. Currently everything was fine. enjoy it.