Abby was ecstatic. "Oh my gods, that's fantastic! I was really worried it might have already been looted, or burned in an accidental fire during the commotion!" She held the stack of papers and books close to her chest, grinning widely. "So, I'll have some money for you tomorrow. More work, too, probably." She said, still going a mile a minute. "My home is your home. Please be comfortable."
It wasn't that hard to get comfortable. It was, after all, a very large and very nice mansion, and since Abigail lived alone with Mishkala, there was a lot of empty bedrooms. Despite the disuse, most of the place was in good and clean condition, probably kept that way by Mishkala or, more likely, by Abigail's creations.
The group didn't see much of Abigail. She had disappeared into her laboratory in the sub-basement and barely came out except for eating and sleeping, the latter of which she wasn't doing much. During her nights with Mishkala she'd go on endlessly about what she was working on, although most of it flew over the Drider's pretty head.
Somehow she'd found the time to send a Flesh Golem to the party with a note around it's neck and 1,000 gold coins for each of them. "Busy with work. Sorry. Lots of love and kisses. Will have more work probably in a few days?"
Lucy apparently wasn't sticking around to find out having to put her own affairs in order, and left for her own mansion on the 'morning' of the third day, after she'd been paid.