"Hmm... I could ask..." Sharille says. With a quiet chuckle, she turns and walks up the stairs, and<em>slams</em>the door shut behind her. Meanwhile, the little goblin priestess is anxiously shaking her head, repeating the same mantra from your previous bout of questioning- she doesn't know more, she doesn't know more.<br/><br/>Beside her, the nobleman's guard is doing a better job of keeping it together... he simply stares at you, letting his eyes travel up and down your body to assess your potential as a threat.<br/><br/>"Piss off, Elf." He says when his eyes meet yours. "I've got nothin' to tell you."<br/><br/>His words are brave, and his tone is icy... but his eyes remain thoroughly fixed on the piece of kindling burning in your hands. After all, most people can't just make a board light up with their words...