"Do I really need to spell it out for you?" Belik asks, panic in his voice. "If you lack a companion to share a bed with, you can get one for a price there."
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"They came at night, visited Madame Ivanja and left again after a few hours! Why should I waste another thought to some horny guys who made a stop here?" Belik tries to talk himself out of that situation.
"You already know there were some special guests. They were not introduced to me and I know nothing of that Whispering Way you speak of." Belik tries a more diplomatic, but similar inexpressive answer.
With the promise of no furhter harm Belik tells Herm "Nothing."
"No harm? NO HARM? That crazy b~#*@ almost bombed me out of existence!" Belik foams.
The explosion echoes through the building. The halfling drops to the floor and doesn't move anymore.
Belik gets a panicky look on his face. "What are you doing, you're not allowed..." but his resistance is futile, against the grip of Herm. Kendra: Belik thinks of the consequences he might face from Estovion if he ifs foreced to give the information about the visit of the Whispering Way away.
"You want to turn this into a talk about religion?" Belik asks.
Herm:
Belik detects as evil. "That's correct.
"I don't see where the safety of the guests should be in danger, because someone was here in the past. But if you're worried about that, why don't you talk to the lodge warden?" Belik suggests.
"My home is off limits for the guests of the lodge. If you insist, we can move to your room. But we don't give away information about other guests. So you could as well save your time." Belik answers.
"How can I help you?" Belik inquires, as the group stands before him.
Belik leads the group from Ravengro to the warden of the Lodge "Esteemed guests, may I present Estovion Lozarov, Lodge Warden of Ascanor. Warden, these are the new guests with the invitation from Count Caromarc." "If you don't need me I would tend to the needs of Duristan Silvia Ariesir." he excuses himself and leaves.
"Of course, this will be taken care of." Belik replies. "If you would follow me?"
As you return to the lodge the gates are opened for you. The halfling porter Belik greets you. He wears an apologetic grin and carries a silver tray holding hand-carved wooden mugs containing a steaming beverage. Belik calls out and beckons the group sans Duristan over. "Please accept my most sincere apologies for my inappropriate behavior earlier. I was not informed of your coming and acted hastily on behalf of the lodge warden. I can assure you that you will suffer no further ill treatment during your stay at Ascanor Lodge." He politely offers hot coffee, and then continues. "If it’s convenient for you, my master requests your company at this time for a brief introduction and to offer his apologies as well."
Courtaud is annoyed, that these two nobles crossed his plans. But he has to live with it and turns to pass the task onto the stable master.
"I'll go and check if we expected someone with that name." Courtaud tells. Then he leaves to the main building of the lodge.
"So what is this supposed Lord's name?" Courtaud asks, eying the paper from afar.
"You expect me to accept this bloody mess as an invitation to the lodge?" the porter replies in disgust without touching the thing.
"Do you have any proof, that this is the lord you claim he is?" Courtaud demands to know. |