"My, my, my, so touchy my dear lordling," says Merrywinter with a smug smile on his face, "but I do appreciate your forthrightness." He turns a look over to the half-orc. "Kubla, be a dear and watch the door along with Omark and Thurl. We would not want our guests leaving until our business has concluded."
Lars and Bannock, you hear steps behind you on the street and a quick glance back between Kubla's beefy arms and the doorframe shows that two dusky skinned men have crossed the street and are moving towards the front door. They look dressed as commoners that were likely standing around on the street, but you now see that they have armor and weapons underneath their cloaks.
Merrywinter flashes another grin. "There we are. My friends to meet your friends. So, Lord Arnir, why the deception you ask? Well, I'll be blunt: there is a sizable bounty on your wizardly elven head and we mean to collect on it. Charging into the viper's nest that is your home seemed rather silly given the number of your companions. But fabricate a little story here, rub some gold into palms there, open a little shop, and now I have you here with only two of your adventurer pals. Not my best work mind you, yet I am surprised that it actually worked. Aren't you wizards supposed to be rather smart?"
