It would seem the man is unfazed by the gruffness, snorting a bit as he pulled a sheet of paper out of the desk, a pen accompanying it.<br/><br/>"Fine, whatever.  Papers?" he said, and assuming Willow remembered her papers proving she got in legally... "Alright Willow, I can't stop you from heading in to investigate, but let me make this clear: I get paid gold,<em>gold</em>, along with the rest of my men here to keep these blue-bloods safe, so if you do anything to ruin this for me I will make sure you end up in the deepest, darkest hole in our prison as an entire company of men can find, do I make myself clear?"<br/><br/>The glare the man gave - the first real change in expression since Willow'd walked in - was backed with plenty of threat to carry out such a claim.  Then another sheet of paper, and this time it seemed to be directions...<br/><br/>"Here, that's the address.  Mr. Orillar's place, distant relative of the royal family,<em>very</em>upset about this whole mess.  Mind your place and he'll more than likely be happy to help, assuming he doesn't get caught up talking your ear off."