In the Patriarch's Abode
At Alarion's touch, the Patriarch's arms both fully extend at 45 degree angles from his torso, his legs straighten instantly, and he leaps to his feet. "Whazzat!!?? Where's the fire!??? Man the battlements!! Batten down the hatches!!" Then, looking around him, he recognizes his parlor and calms down. "Oh, *heh*, please forgive my outburst. I didn't fart in my sleep did I?"
Back in the other room, the Patriarch's manservant is very relieved. "Ah, yes, that's him alright!" And addressing his master he says, "Naught to fret yerself about, Your Grace, these 'ere gents was just inquir... enguir... asking for you. The library is already prepared for you gentle souls."
The Patriarch blinks heavily a few times and takes in the group and especially your bronze badges."Asking for me? Am I under arrest?" he smiles. "Yes, yes, let's repair to the library at once." and he leads the way as the manservant goes to fetch tea and crumpets.