Manor Arkona
Tarrov sighed internally. This was not going the way he had hoped. Ideally the girl would have said "oh my, you dashing silver-hair rogue, we certainly do have a middle-aged human visitor! He's got an unsightly mole on his nose! I'm actually taking him his food now, would you like to come with me?"
Too much to hope for, I guess. It was apparently also too much to hope that she would have any clue to Neolandus' whereabouts at all. As it was, she seemed to have no clue, which meant one of the following three things: 1) Neolandus wasn't at the Arkona's estate, which would be disappointing; 2) the Arkonas where keeping him well-hidden, even from their kitchen staff, which wouldn't be outside the realm of possibility, or 3) the girl was lying.
Tarrov didn't get the sense that the girl was lying, but he did get the sense that the situation in the area was deteriorating. He had hoped that his conversation with the girl would be private, considering that she was sitting outside, but apparently the entire kitchen staff had been eavesdropping upon them.
"Thank you so much," Tarrov said, getting up. "You've been more than helpful." A lie, but a social one. He turned back to the group, nodding at Belgar. "We should get out of here," he agreed. "I don't know what's going on, but I'm thinking this particular place isn't that safe for us right now, and it's getting less safe by the minute."
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