"These rooms? " Allow him to sound at his most merchant's guild good serah, if you even are a serah, which he very much doubts, a doglord wouldn't even let you scrub out the kennel. He won't let you scrub out the kennel, not even with your face. Though, tempting. Another time, 'serah'. "Was a Harrowmount visiting recently? No manners, but that's what happens when there's bronto and gurn in the family."

Two nugs arrive on the scene. Unsurprisingly they both belong to the dwarf. (They're two of twenty but he gave up naming them after four because he was drunk and ran of out of food-based puns that went well with them.)

"Unless it was the Orlesians from Saturnalia? I said we needed wine inspections but does anyone listen to the dwarf that's familiar with the drinking habits of people such as the de Launcets? No. No they don't." Also he has no idea who this stranger is so he should probably get on that now. "And you are, Serah?"