The hen behind the desk is kind enough to direct him up to a room on the second floor. Up the stairs, around a corner, and about halfway down the hall. There's nothing distinct about the door, but as he approaches, Felix can hear a familiar voice humming a soft tune and the sound of stone against metal. Inside, Amelia's sharpening her blades as she hums a song of summer in the hopes of dispelling the cold feeling from her bones - and for keeping her mind focused as she works.