Julii receives the entreaties of another suitor for her protection, but she's not impressed, since it's been a while since she saw him at her morning levy, whatever that is. She gives him an out, asking if it's because he's not feeling well due to goiters. He grabs at the excuse. "Fat, greedy men often find it so," Julii Cooper remarks lightly, and promises, "I shall kill an owl that your good health continue." Exit suitor. Just then, a female servant comes in to whisper into Julii's ear. "Speak sense, creature," Julii snaps, but no more is forthcoming. Julii wraps a shawl around herself and heads to her front door to see for herself what's going on. As if she doesn't already know.