It didn't take long for the guard, accompanied by two more of his ilk, to return from informing the matriarch about the party's arrival and especially Qvan's presence among them. With a shouted word and a gesture he commanded the gate to be opened with all haste, waiting impatiently while the other four guards removed the heavy wooden beams barring the gate. It took them a long minute, the effort leaving them red-faced and breathing heavily, but eventually the way was clear.
Two guards to each side of the gate performed a perfected greeting for honored guests, bowing deeply as Qvan and his retinue walked into the compound and past them, the fifth guard receiving them with a formal salute and an even deeper bow.
"Honored Master Hamid, please be welcome to the residence of the Whitewater family, appointed rulers of Dimayen and your generous host on this day. If you would follow me?" The man turned halfway back to the building and invited you to join him with a gesture. He waited for Qvan to accept, then started to walk around the first part of the structure, across the inner courtyard with its beautiful spring, past the two intimidating forms of the dire tigers and finally to the main entrance. Both animals looked up briefly, but they seem to know the smell of the guards well enough to realize that the newcomers are supposed to be here, so they laid their heads back down on their paws, watching silently.
"Lady Whitewater was pleasantly surprised to hear of your arrival, professor. She had already heard rumors that your group had come into town and was in the process of formulating an invitation, but-in your endless wisdom-it seems you have anticipated this and came here on your own. As one would expect from a man of your legendary status!" The guard led you through a wide bronze double door and into the foyer of the main building, where visitors and petitioners hoping to speak with a family representative normally would wait, surrounded by comfortable chairs and expensive artwork. Servants stood ready to take any clothing or uncomfortable equipment you would prefer to take off, present a cool wet cloth to wipe hands and face, and offer some refreshments in the form of water, wine and honeyed dates. None of these slaves met the eyes of anyone, keeping their gaze strictly on the marble floor.
Beyond lay the grand reception hall. Crystal-clear pillars rose up to meet the domed ceiling 15 feet overhead. Three tapestries adorned the walls here, depicting a beautiful woman adventurer braving various desert trials: giant scorpions, slavering gnolls, and a marid princess among them. The six crystal pillars held water from the spring, with small spigots in each so guests may refresh themselves at their leisure.
A grim looking man of middle years stood to the left of the entrance, wearing a decorated breastplate polished to a shine, both hands resting on the pommel of his scimitar. His demeanor clearly showed him to be not just another guard, but someone who is used to give commands and be obeyed. Your guide bowed once more, this time to the two masters of his and introduced Qvan alongside his companions, then quickly took position next to the entrance, keeping a watchful eye on your party.
Tianka Whitewater herself, head of the ruling family, stood in the center of the hall, hands hidden in the folds of her lavish robes. She greeted you all with an honest smile, inclining her head slightly to acknowledge the elevated status of Qvan.
"Greetings, Master Hamid. Welcome to our humble abode! Your reputation precedes you, so it is a pleasure to receive you all, especially in these most trying of times." Tianka gestured to the various siting arrangements and took a glass of wine from a silver tray offered by yet another slave.
"Please, make yourself comfortable and we can talk. I assume you are here because of this dreadful curse that ravages my town?"