Lerren made a little huff. "Well, Duke Ehlu is the richest man in Terjin. Of course a mere lobby is well below him, but he has a mind to put on a good impression in all stations."
They continued down the red carpet, passing a few counters and waiting areas.
"I've had plenty of chances, I just didn't take any of them because I'm a decent person," Nera grumbled to herself.
Lerren smirks at their comments. Perhaps, despite his praise he wasn't a fan of the duke.
He brought them to another large, ornate pair of double doors. These ones were made of honey coloured wood, and it was less of a struggle for him to open them.
Beyond was a richly furnished sitting room. Everything was covered in velvet and hung with tassels. Gold embroidery on all the fabric, and gold inlay on things that couldn't be embroidered.
Most of the sofa's and cushions were along the edge of the room, leaving a large space in the middle.
"Don't touch anything, and don't let anything find it's way into your pockets." Lerren whispered to the group as they entered.
Master Igeni was seated in a hard wooden chair in one corner. He was a spindly old man, and his robes hung off of him like he was made of wire. He stroked his silver-grey beard as they entered.
Igeni wasn't alone in the room though.
A tall muscular human woman with tan skin was next to him. She stood proudly, and her leather armor creaked a little as she shifted. Her dark eyes skinned the group in skeptical way.
A few others sat on the chairs on the rooms edge. They also looked like other adventurers and mercenaries but were (and no offense) more finely dressed then Nera and her group. Likely, they were famous people who'd gotten specific invitations.
"Welcome!" Igeni said, standing slowly from his chair with the help of a knobley cane. "Your here for the Bodyguard position?" His voice had an odd cadence that made him sound disinterested.
Lerren rolled his eyes. "Yeah, these are the guys."