“Actually there is a tavern the next street over, the Silver Moon Tavern.  It’s small, but I’m sure it’ll suit your needs and the owners are very courteous to strangers.”  Ehren was glad to see that the bard intended to spend some coin during his visit; Gods knew their little village could use all the commerce it could get.  A sudden smacking sound drew the ranger’s attention, but he was no prepared for the sight that would follow.  His cheeks blushed a faint red as he noticed the way Naruni’s short skirt rode awfully high as she bent over to retrieve something from her bag.  It was also rather apparent from the bottom most curve of her ass that peaked from beneath the fabric that there was nothing concealing her modesty from the proper vantage point.  Only when Rose interceded did Ehren snap out of his brief trance and remember his task at hand.  After some subtle readjusting of course.<br/><br/>“Right.”  He said after clearing his throat as he dismissed less than proper thoughts lingering in his mind.  “My uncle is likely waiting for us in the library.  If you’ll please follow me.”<br/><br/>As they walked through the manor, one couldn't help but notice the decorations adorning the rooms and hallways. Among the usual tapestries and banners were a myriad of trophies that were clearly claimed during The Great War ranging from worn or commandeered weapons and armor to pieces of art that depicted the struggles between good and evil. Yet none of the pieces had Gaius himself as the focal point in the composition. Anybody who truly got to know the man would understand that he remained humble despite the renown he had earned and that the idea of surrounding himself with items of his own image was something he found to be in bad taste. It was only through relentless pressure from his peers that he agreed to allow a single portrait of himself to be hung in the library. When they did enter that particular portion of the manor, an elder man stood at the large wooden table in the middle of the room adorned with a modest spread of fruits and bread. Though his hair was silver and his skin hinted to his age as well as the hardships he had underwent during his years, the man looked exceptionally fit and capable as any other soldier.<br/><br/>"I’m glad to see you’ve finally made it.  As I’m sure my nephew has told you, I am Crassus Antillus and I will be serving as your advisor as I had your late father.  There is much for us to discuss, so if you all would take a seat and help yourselves to whatever catches your eye we can begin”[/i]  Though Crassus’ words were inviting, there was still a slight undertone of a man who had grown accustomed to giving out orders in a former life.  He waited for everybody else to be seated before he too lowered himself into his chair.  “Before I begin passing on Gaius’ final wishes, are there any questions you’d like me to address first?”