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He picks up his own goblet, as though you're toasting, and drinks in time with you.

He turns to Neji. Very well. I have a property you can stay at if you wish, while you're here. There's a tunnel that runs from here to a small hovel at the base of the hill. You can come and go without anyone observing your movements. it will appear as though you're living in the hovel. And if you need something ... questionable, I can introduce you to a merchant in town who can procure what you may need, or help fence more difficult to sell items. Poisons, darker or evil seeming magic items. Like obsidian, or a wand of inflict. And of course, my silence.

I hate the Victor and his kin. My hate is a mile wide. But what would you have me do? What are you even doing in such a backwoods place? The army has already left to go rally and fight the Bugbear hoard. Why are you here? Yes you might succeed, but why should I help you any? and what help would you ask of me?

The baron watches as Loran plays with his salad fork. Then looks back to Neji as if his eyes had never moved. Ash and Leo stay largely silent. Murmurring agreement with Neji's statements. Temperance brushes her hair and looks pretty.

I got here, and lasted this long, by means you know nothing about. Tides do shift. But every rising tide thinks that it will be the one to topple the lighthouse. What makes any of you think you will actually accomplish anything? What do any of you have to risk? I have a title, lands, and plans to look out for.

You're greeted at the door by a formal butler and attended by a small squadron of servants who offer you brandy and hors d'oeuvres. The brandy is sublime and the selection of tasty little beef skewers and crunch spicy crayfish puffs are delectable. Finally you get to meet the baron himself.

Baron Arkov Vandermir is a handsome half-elf, dressed in burgundy and white. He looks quite young, even boyish, but he's likely more than a century old. His eyes betraying a calculating, wicked soul.

The Baron's father, Baron Zaedor Vandermir and his distant cousin, King jaraad of Barca, were both slain at the Battle of Tamberlyn to the Mitrans of House Darius ( the current royal line ). When the Victor came to power he treated the House of Vandermir fairly, allowing the new baron to keep his holdings if he would only renounce the worship of Asmodeus and swear fealty to the new king.

Ash recalls this tidbit of information, and discreetly shares it with the group.

Introductions are made on your behalf by Tiadora, between you all and the Baron, and polite conversation ensues before a chime is rung and you adjourn to the dinner table.

Once dinner is served, and the servants are dismissed, the Baron becomes frank. You come to me as beggars, the last remnants of a forbidden faith. You will promise me much, of that I have no doubt. But all that I am likely to earn from helping you is the Inquisitor's pyre. Tell me, why should I help the likes of you?