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"For that though one would need know what one is purchasing, young Santyev." says Lord Medvyed.

"And do you have any maps or journals that show the what and where as it were. Certainly I need no quarry slate here in Stoneclimb, but wheat and gold is always in scant supply."

"Tell me. You've explored this place have you not? What treasures does it hold, and what do you have need of?" asks Lord Medvyed while drawing Zokon aside.

While the others plan their next course of action, Balzeros works up his courage and tries to mend some of the public's opinion.

Fortifying his courage by downing a glass of wine and walking around with another, he finds people nearby and tries to explain some of the context.

"Zokon was already promised to another before all this!"

"Wizards come and go, I'm sure something else will catch his eye soon and he'll find another region to call home!"

"Surely there is more to be gained through an ally in a budding country than whatever is happening here, no?"

"You don't say...."

{Glowers at Tengar.}

"Santyev?" calls the House Lord coming to the partially closed door. Tengar, his hand still on the handle looks ready to slam it and run.

Still in the stuffy sitting room.

Lord Medvyed uses his girth as a hedge bewteen the men. First he turns toward the wizard. "Imeckus, please be reasonable."

He turns to the elder Santyev and in an urgent tone says, "Santyev, get your boy out of here and talk some sense into him!"

Then he turns back to Stroon.

As his father moves to rush him back out the door Zokon hears the House Lord say "Don't mind the boy, we've all been that young at some point." In Stroon's case, Zokon is not all that sure.
"Leave it to Tengar, he'll have it all straightened out."

"Well! ahem."

After conferring with his steward, and Lord Stroon, Lord Medvyed rises slowly from his table and exits the hall, followed closely by Imeckus.

The steward comes to Zokon, and invites him and his father back into a sitting room to have a private talk with his lordship.

"Shhh! It's starting" shushes Lord Medvyed from the high table waving a big roasted turkey leg to make his point.

A group of hounds rush into the hall from deeper within the castle. Like big inquisitive dogs everywhere they fan out and sniff around at all the new scents. The rest of the hall's occupants rise to their feet. Lady Stroon holds Jewel protectively away from the hound's noses.

Behind the hounds comes a squat broad man in northern noble finery escorted by an entourage of courtiers, and children. It is Lord Medvyed. He warmly welcomes the other nobles as he passes into the hall, and heads straight for the party's table.

"Ah there you are Tengar, is the secret son you have been hiding from me!?" The house lord inspects Zokon.

"Well, well. You've gotten taller but have yet to fill out. Don't worry married life will do that to you. Isn't that right, my dear." he says turning back to Lady Medvyed who smiles back.

"HA HA!" Laughs the lord holding his belly. "Well then, let's set this thing upon the path shall we? First a bit of entertainment, then a wedding followed by the banquet! Seats Seats!"

Medvyed waves people to their seats, and then takes his own grand chair.