Lord Hashteth narrows his eyes at Bairdon, "This is how you repay my hospitality, foreigner? This is how you treat those who welcomed you as friend and neighbor? With murder and subterfuge? Take him away." He watches as Bairdon is roughly dragged from the room. "How fortunate we are that there are people like you to undo the works of people like him. I am humbled by the trials you have gone through to defend a home that wasn't yours. Such efforts should not go unrewarded." He gestures with his claw to a nearby courier, and the man quietly leaves the room. Lord Hashteth continues, "Please, do not despair over the continued existence of the rift. I doubt that even our greatest ritualists could seal it permanently. I will request that a garrison of troops be provided to defend the keep from those who would use it against this land, and I will send a number of my guards to secure it for the short term. Now," his features soften slightly, "while we wait for your payment, is there anything else you'd like to ask me?"