The halfling blushes a bit and shakes her head.<br/><br/>"I see that the "change" has had no effect on that tongue of yours, master elf..." She laughs and motions towards the dumbwaiter. "You needn't apologize... You were looking out for my safety and my best interests, and I would not be a very good friend if I weren't appreciative of that fact. Now, the chain is moving, meaning your water is coming down... You set up the bath, and then we'll talk about this whole broken crown."<br/><br/>Sure enough, a moment later a bucket of steaming hot water (with rose petals in it- a nice touch on the part of the brothel's madame) clatters against the ground, along with a note that simply reads "tub for two in southeast corner."<br/><br/>While you ready that, Sharille settles in against one wall and closes her eyes... and, after a moment, you realize that she's tracing out a few variants of the broken crown into the ground.<br/><br/>"Ok, so if I'm not mistaken- and I'd bet you five gold to a heel of bread that I'm not- I'd bet that the broken crown you saw is actually the Killing Crown, a sigil belonging to the old Buczoll family. They adopted the sigil after their family was... hmm...<em>forcefully</em>excommunicated from the Chelish blooded houses." She shakes her head and scratches her chin thoughtfully. "They do own some properties in town, but their main manor is about a day and a half south of town. What I don't understand, though,is how anyone in the Buczoll family was able to rotate my men out. My orders come directly from Torrinth... It seems we have a lot of questions for your new girlfriend, Elf."<br/><br/>She stands and comes back over, looking at the steam rising from the bath water.<br/><br/>"Hmm... perhaps, since there is no danger of you "teasing" me, I should join you... I'd hate to waste such a big tub with such luxuriously hot water..."