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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ringmereth" data-source="post: 3048393" data-attributes="member: 33915">The door glides open, and Vhir immediately recognizes the scarred, dark-haired dwarf. His fatigue is clear as he shuffles into the fine common room, the door closing quietly behind him. Getting straight to the point, he speaks as soon as the three are alone. "Good evening to you as well, sir. I came straightaway from a long meeting with the Prince, and the news won't be to your liking," Bourstrart admits with a grimace as he takes a seat at the round table near the opposite wall. "Kinndareck told the Prince about your concerns, and... he didn't expect the news from him, I can tell you. He wanted to know how we knew about it," the continues, scratching his beard. "He could have kept it to himself, but there's more delicate buisness here than just your Baron. Kinndareck told Kolberkon about you and your entourage. He said a kobold told him he came from the Blacksurf Principalities to negotiate. Aye, and that interested the Prince.""Well, he said that he'd been dealing with trouble from the Blacksurf Principality a'fore the Last War was over. Said that you--your bosses, I mean--aren't 'civilized like me or you.' He told Kinndareck not to worry himself with it, said he'd deal with it himself." The dwarf, previously looking down in thought, turns his eyes up to meet Vhir's. "That was all we said about that... no, no. The Prince told us--laughed a bit--said that 'even the Gaardasci boys aren't fool enough to attack me with their father here.'" Bourstrart shrugs, looking uncomfortable. "That's your news," he finishes lamely, standing up. "I'm just the messenger, but I don't think I'll see you again. It looks as if the Prince wants to deal with you, face to face," the dwarf predicts. He makes for the door with a nod to the wizard and warlock duo. "Goodnight, sir, m'lady."</blockquote>

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