The party wanders down one of the halls, opening doors to servant rooms, storage closets, and once even a splendid ballroom. But they are unable to find their quarry before an angry halfling servant finds them. He stomps down the hallway in a fit of rage, wagging his finger at you, "Vandals! Scum! Destroying a Parisi carpet! Do you have no shame? You will NEVER have pecan glazed goose!"
The shouting attracts the attention of a few other servants, who have followed the halfling's trail of anger.
It also attracts the lord of the household, who comes out from the opposite direction. He questions the halfling, who fills him in on your latest hijinks. The lord of the manor was an elderly man, in his late 50s, lanky with a well trimmed mustache and expensive tunic. He introduced himself as Lord Byron Feador.
Strangely Lord Byron Feador looked quite nervous when he appeared, but he seemed relieved and almost happy once the halfling filled him in on your actions. "Well then, I don't see a need to entertain men who cannot behave as guests. I believe we have reason enough to toss them out. You can see them out the door, and mark my words I will be sending the guilds a very expensive bill so that my financial losses are recouped." He says the last bit to your two guides, who begin to stammer in protest.
OOC: You are about to be escorted out. You have maybe a round or two before the servants manhandle your party out the hall and towards the door. If you have any last words, you might want to add an appropriate diplomacy/bluff/intimidate roll.
