<em>I guess that he thinks that he is above needing your help now that most of his real rivals have been taken care of. And that would be an acceptable way to get in as she left earlier this morning for a few errands.</em><br/><br/>He nodded to the kobold, letting it head out, before shaking his head, and standing up, having finished their meal before the kobold had arrived. He snagged the still half full bottle of wine he and Tyra had been enjoying, though it wasn't as good as the wines he made, he still needed to appear to need his decadent extras. He arrived back at the rooms, and then had Sarkiss and Saarisi head to the mansion, no sense having them underfoot and possibly saying too much. They hadn't for Katrina, but no sense tempting fate when they had a much more perceptive and dangerous visitor about. He nodded to Tyraguna, grazing on her neck for a moment, enjoying the quiet time with his first disciple, though he had to stop as Bekilk came up the stairs. He nuzzled her again, before pulling out a goblet of the best dragon fire wine he had, feeling it was appropriate for the occasion before magically unsealing and opening the door before Bekilk could knock.<br/><br/>Once the door was shut and the magics restarted, he nodded to the blue, before sitting himself. "Welcome, Bekilk-Skriiod. Would you care for some dragon fire wine?"<br/><br/>They exchanged pleasantries for a polite while, while Draiss warned Katrina against coming back early with a quick telepathic comment. "So, what was the favor you needed of me that had you come all the way out here to meet me?"