Hotel Auberge

Lakuam appears in the room on the bed which groans under his sudden weight. He looks at the portal and the creature holding it impatiently open, he says in his growl.

"Creature known as Grandma, I am Lakuam the Erlkönigs second. The pack has acquired the scent of your prey when your... employees arrive we shall lead you to the one known as Ukufa."

With this said Lakuam licks his chops and rest his head on his paws.

Grandma would nod to Marduk as he entered.

“Drude, listen up as well, I’m sending you in with Marduk. I want the two of you to bring down Ukufa, be careful though, he’s quite the handful. Last I saw him he had some type of monstrous hyenas accompanying him as well as being fairly good at hand to hand combat. He had some poisonous weapons, a whip, a dagger, also some kind of magic to do with blood.”

“Although you two should be able to bring him down, just be careful of him. Lakuem here is going to help you in locating him.”

She nods her thanks to Lakuem upon mentioning this. She would also pull out a strange artifact that had some semblance to a jar, handing it to Marduk.

“I’ll be heading out ahead of you as well just incase he manages to get away from you, but I suspect I won’t be needed. Also, make sure you have that jar on you if you kill Ukufa. It will trap his soul, something that I will need brought back to me.”

(The day following Grandma's presentation of Ukufas body.)

Gaspar knocks on Grandma's door he carries a sheath of papers under one arm. He of course looks impeccable, and professional the butler is seemingly incapable of appearing otherwise.

Gaspar shakes his head graciously and say's politely.

"No thank you madam, if you will just excuse me I will set up so we can get to business."

Without preamble he maneuvers a coffee table in front of Grandma, after carefully clearing it of course. Once it is out of the way he begins laying documents on the table.

The first is the royal wright. It is a detailed contract outlining what is expected of the black tower, and what they will receive in exchange. It is just more formal wording for what was discussed in the palace and park. There is a duplicate of the wright, and the king has signed at the bottom of both. There is a space next to his signature where Grandma must sign, Gaspar produces a pen for her, and say.

"This will make it official I will need the temporary wright returned to me, before I leave."

Next to the wright is a warrant card. This is a small piece of paper bearing the kings signature, it indicates that the bearer has special dispensation to perform certain acts in the name of the law. This card has Grandma's name and likeness on it, she can also see it is enchanted to burn should any attempt to tamper with it. Gaspar taps the card and say's.

"All of your field opporatives will require these once your base is set up, we will send in the oversight team. They will have the authority to issue additional cards. These will ensure local guard cooperation, and if any trouble does arise with your agents, the court case will be brought before the king not the local magistrate."

The next piece of paper is a land deed also in duplicate and requiring grandma's signature. Next to it is a map of Gauldin with a location about 45km from the capital and 5km from a large lake circled. Gaspar taps the map and say's.

"This is where you will be setting up shop. The lake is where the Bastille is located, so you will not need to build your own holding cells. There are no farms within 10km of the Bastille but the ground is flat clear and regularly patrolled by airship, and a days travel from the capital. This was deemed the best place for your operations. Additionally If you build an airship dock you will be permitted to commandeer ships if required."

The final stack is just standardized employment forms for keeping track of who works for the tower.

"These will be for the countries official records, please have these filled out for any local employees you hire on and turn them into the oversight team."

With all the paper work explained Gaspar stands somehow looking perfectly at ease while looking perfect formal. He awaits for grandma to fill out the paperwork, and for any questions she might have.

Gaspar takes the offered papers, he is of course far to professional to look them over in front of Grandma. In the unlikely event any errors were discovered, it would be handled discreetly at another time. Once everything is collected Gaspar replies.

"The oversight committee will be at the construction sight, once it begins they can issue travel papers. Also I feel I must give you advanced warning, Task Force Commandant Viddik has expressed a desire to meet with you. Seeing as he is a singularly unpleasant individual this means he will drop in unannounced either here, or at the location of your tower sometime in the next few days. He is the head of the Anti-Magic Task Force, which runs the Bastille so this unfortunate meeting is inevitable you have my condolences. I must now take my leave, The Kingdom of Gauldin thanks you for your service, and looks forward to an amicable and beneficial working relationship in the future."

Gaspar will stay long enough to hear any closing remarks before he departs the room.

The hotel receptionist stares, slack-jawed, at Eva's cleavage for a moment before composing himself and finally looking up at her face.

"Oh! Yes! Rooms! Of course! What sort of room would you like, miss?"

He shakes himself off, blinking hard a few times. This is...unusual. Women don't dress like this around here, usually.

"Sorry about that, miss...lazy eye...it's hereditary...anyway, have a complimentary mint!"
The flustered receptionist offers her a piece of mint chocolate.

"Ah! Not the penthouse, then? Well, I have just the thing."

The receptionist rings a bell, and a bellboy runs down to the desk. He wears a red suit and a funny little hat with a chin strap.

"Show this lady the seventh floor rooms, Billy."

Billy the Bellboy nods.

"Right away, sir. Come along, ma'am. I'll show you the room."

He leads Eva up seven flights of stairs to the rooms in question. He opens one of the doors, and shows her inside. It's quite a nice room, really. It has a single large bed, a wine bottle in a bucket of ice, a coffee pot, etc. All the necessary bits and pieces for a comfortable stay.

"How's that look, Ma'am? Look good to you? Only forty golden pieces a night. Complimentary breakfast each morning. You can summon room service by pulling this string."

The string he indicates is a rather ornate string with a golden tassel at the end.


 

"Er...yes. Of course!"

The receptionist turns red and backs away, then scurries from the room.

"Enjoy the room, miss!"

He decides to go and lie down for a bit. That woman has gotten him all flustered.

[Enter from The Streets of Travére]
The considerably more menacing-looking Ulfang approaches the receptionist and gives him a kind smile, the expression melding oddly with his grizzly and scarred appearance.
"A room for two, please," he requests in his bassy, gruff tones, "and I would prefer something...roomy. Though, not too extravagant. Something fitting for a Varan noble, yet humble enough to be...quaint. Have you anything of the sort?"