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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Narrator" data-source="post: 674008" data-attributes="member: 10027">The Viscount calmly listened, leaning slightly back, his arm leaning against the rest and holding his head, his hand stroking his chin as he watched your responses.Then as Bor finished, he stopped. Nodded his head slightly, took a deep breath and got up. Turning to Lord Montaigne, as he collected his belongings - which consisted of a sword that you now realize was resting just a grab away; his feathered hat upon the mantle to one side; and a fine silk coat- he addressed him as he was just about to scamper into action to help the Viscount."No need, no need, my Lord Montaigne. See to what we discussed earlier, yes?"The short and pudgy Lord Montaigne bowed graciously and with relief as the Viscount made to leave.As he came towards you all he stopped. Made a slight bow, almost just a nod, and addressed you all one last time."Good day, gentlemen, and milady, I trust one day I shall see you again. Until then, may Fharlanghn watch over your travels."And with that, he moved straight through the group of you, fully expecting that you would get out of his way, which instinctively you did.As he reached the doorway, it opened for him as if by magic. From various places around the chamber, tapestries hanging from the walls swished as if blown by an unseen source.Almost a minute passed before anybody made a sound and the person to do so was the Lord Montaigne, greatfully glug-glugging a decent sized shot from the snifter of brandy, which he had just poured."Wha... whha... would any of you like a drink?"His voice was mousy, almost a squeek but in it you could definitely hear fear.OOC: Clete, when the sounds tapestries swooshed, you think you heard several footfalls pass you by moments later.</blockquote>

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