<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/lQNnogw.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: rhev rolled: 1d20, adding 9 to the total<br/>Comment: Arisas diplomacy check<br/>Result: 9, <br/>Total: 18<br/><br/>Partial success - I had tiered DC checks to determine how well the diplomacy check worked.  18 doesn't get all of the information.</div></div><br/><br/><br/>The steward looked at the new maid with a critical eye.  Her disguise was working, Arisa didn't doubt that, but it was more that the steward didn't understand why a maid would be asking these questions.  He was uncertain even if he was moved by her words.  "I'm not sure...."  he said, then sighing he nodded his head.  "The mistress does not need to know.  When Master Fritz hired me on, he specifically told me that I should never let Mistress Tamilla know anything about the records."  The steward leaned in and lowered his voice very quietly, "Tamilla only married master Fritz for his money, for the power.  Everyone knows that, if you don't yet, you will soon enough.  But Fritz wanted an heir obviously, and she is both beautiful as well as well connected.  They could have been... well not happy, but.... they could have been pleasant together if it weren't for the ... well... the incident last year."<br/><br/>He hung his head and sighed, "So sad.  So so so sad.  That's when all of this started.  I think he was more torn up about it then she was.  That's when the rift that was between them really grew.  He blamed her of course, she was bitter.  That's when master Fritz went back to his old ways, taking women like you into his study for 'private' cleaning sessions.  The noises in the trophy room.  He'd done it before, but had always been discreet.  Now, after what happened, it was like he didn't care what Mistress Tamilla thought.  He blamed her for the incident.  But now she's moved out of his bedroom, things are heading down a dark path I fear."<br/><br/>He clucked his tongue, "You picked a poor time to come and work here I'm afraid."