I'm keeping my mouth shut.

Serjo Vendel Othreleth is thinking about... marriage? I do find him quite pleasant. But this is all too sudden. And my mother needs me here. I am afraid I must refuse.

Get married? Never. With Vendel Othreleth? Never in a million years. Tell him that I'd rather marry a dead mudcrab.

I'm doing what feels right at this moment, %PCName. Whether it's a mistake or not, only time can tell. My mind is made up. I am marrying Vendel. Of course, this means that I don't need your services anymore. Please, accept this gold for your trouble.

Oh, %PCName, don't be silly. Vendel already explained everything. You shouldn't believe everything you hear coming out of a slave's mouth. They tell lies without even realizing it. Everyone knows that.

Thank you, %PCName. I am truly quite happy at how things turned out. Of course, I don't need your services anymore. Please, accept this gold for your trouble.

Yes, ahem... As you have probably guessed, things have taken a fast turn for the romantic. Serjo Vendel Othreleth, my dear Vendel, has officially proposed to me. And I have decided to accept this proposal.

So, I'm a little older than he is. Is that so terrible, %PCName? I'm not that ancient, despite what you might think.

In that short time that I've known him he has been nothing but the perfect gentleman. But, if I'm being honest, I am not completely without reservations myself. While I speak with him, perhaps you could carry out some inquiries for me. Talk to my scribe, Armas Tyravel. He knows the southern nobility better than I do. Maybe he's heard of Vendel Othreleth. And speak with Kettigrim Thrall-Bound, the Nord bodyguard. Slaves often know their master's secrets.

Good. I am eager to really meet him. However, if I'm being honest, I am not completely without reservations. While I speak with him, perhaps you could carry out some inquiries for me. Talk to my scribe, Armas Tyravel. He knows the southern nobility better than I do. Maybe he's heard of Vendel Othreleth. And speak with Kettigrim Thrall-Bound, the Nord bodyguard. Slaves often know their master's secrets.

What makes you say that?

I'm not sure. I will listen to what he has to say. Then I will listen to my own heart. Will you ask him to come up here?

I can't deny that I'm flattered by serjo Vendel Othreleth's interest.

He meant me? Oh my... I must say I did not expect this. I can't deny that I'm flattered by his interest. I have been feeling quite lonely and Vendel, I mean, serjo Othreleth is very charming and rather good-looking. He's awfully young, of course. I suppose it would be fair to speak with him in private, one-on-one.

So, he's after my daughters, is he? That explains a lot. Perhaps you should let Felara and Naalsa know of his plans and hear what they think. I'd imagine Naalsa would quite fancy the idea of marrying a southern lord.

[Vendel Othreleth heads upstairs.]

Alright.

You already know who I am, %PCName. I am lady Balvene Uvayn's future husband.

Ah, excellent. Finally, a private audience. You stay here, Kettigrim. You too, %PCName. The lady and I are not to be disturbed. I will show you how to charm a woman...

Yes? What is it this time?

This again? Are you jealous, my dear %PCName? Do I have a rival suitor in you? Has the good lady Balvene Uvayn also caught your eye?

Let us be absolutely frank, %PCName. Serjo Olmas Uvayn is not merely missing. He is dead. It is time for this family to move on.

You wound me, %PCName. Who do you take me for? I am serjo Vendel Othreleth. I am not a shallow man. I value the grace and wisdom that come with age more than fading youth.

I hope I can trust you to be discreet, %PCName.

As you know, I am here to win the good lady Balvene's heart.

Neither Felara nor Naalsa is willing to marry me? Oh, this is a little awkward. I'm afraid there has been a misunderstanding. Perhaps I should've been more clear earlier. The young ladies, while very lovely, do not interest me. I am here to win the heart of their mother, the widowed lady Balvene Uvayn. She's been a widow long enough, wouldn't you agree?

As I am a gentleman of tact, I will refrain from speaking about this with you in detail. Call me old-fashioned, but I view this as a deeply personal matter. I shall discuss it with the fair lady in question.