The Steel Inn was a rather run down place, but Raven had asked for the finest suite and he had gotten his money's worth. Honestly, he'd been expecting to pay quite a bit more... "Jhardor!" said Raven, calling for the only servant he'd brought with him. The kindly old man was exceedingly loyal, but, unfortunately, loyal to him, not the cause. It was the opposite for Mirette. By the Survivor, how he wished he could fuse those two into one person. That wasn't to say, however, that Jhardor lacked faith entirely he just... needed a little shove sometimes.
"Yes, my Lord, what can I do for you?" Jhardor bowed slightly.
"I'm expecting company soon, make up some bites to eat, will you?"