Bertrand looks to the side with an uncomfortable expression on his face.<strong>"Uh...  The baron... yeah.   He technically owns the entire town... and the next town over.  And he's not a big fan of people speaking ill of him or otherwise denying him... anything.   So <em>you didn't hear me speak ill of him</em>, ok?" </strong>He says, punctuating his sentence with a cough.<br/><br/><strong>"The guy's a hedonist and a prick.  He has more guards for his own manor than he has for our entire town.  He spends tax money on wines, fine foods and women.  Even with the legal protections slaves are supposedly supposed to have, he basically keeps a harem in his manor.  Of course they're "just maidservants" if you ask.  But he's untouchable...  I doubt he'd give you the time of day, much less help."</strong>He says, practically spitting with disdain and then catching himself and coughing.<strong>"Though uh... again, didn't hear any of that."</strong>