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Niama leads Grergof to the bed and shows him how to enjoy the skills of an expert for an hour or two as time becomes as hazy as the room in the slight mist of the water pipe.

As the haze clears again Grergof finds himself alone in the room with a bowl, a jug full of water and soft towels to refresh himself.

Niama makes a pirouette on her toes and replies "Mine for example. Or yours." Trying to evade a purely philosophical question without relevance right now. She nestles up to Grergof "Is your interest only in words?"

"Once out of their clothes all men are just men. There is nothing left of nobility. Only the body and the character. Be it good or bad." Niama replies looking Grergof deep into the eyes with an inviting smile.

"Just some men in dark cloaks." Niama shrugs. "But the guy with the demon on his shoulder was creepy. But they were not interested in me. So I simply danced as asked for and minded my own business. I just wonder why you ask me these questions. Everyone who comes into the lodge has either to be a noble belonging to the club or bring an invitation. It's not like anyone can simply walk in here." Niama takes another pull from the water pipe and blows the smoke in direction of Grergof.

Fort save DC 13 to prevent becoming more relaxed ;)

"Not really. I'm no dog person. And it doesn't become better when you have some old man on a lash." Niama replies.

"I have had enough experience with clients from all over Ustalav to recognize that although the nobles claimed to be from Courtaud, their
accents clearly marked them as southerners, possibly from Caliphas. I also caught a glimpse of a strange amulet worn by one of them, depicting a gagged skull. I have no idea of the business these guests discussed, but as I was leaving the room, I did hear them mention 'the Stairs of the Moon' and something called 'the packlord’s heart.' Whatever THAT meant."

"I guess Estovion and his porter. But I don't care. As for interesting - that one guy who wanted to play with a lash was interesting for sure - do you want details?" Niama replies with a smirk.

To Grergof's third question she answers "That group for sure was special. Three men and one of them with this ugly little thing. They came in, but strangely they only requested that I dance for them. They were not even particular interested in the dance. Eventually a new guest arrived, a silver-haired woodsman with a full beard who smelled like wet dog. At that point, they requested that I leave. When I came back to my room about an hour later I found that they had disappeared."

"Sure, whatever you like." Niama replies and sits up on the bed.