Fort_Master_Gustav
The man in the bowler hat continues in his tone of admonishment.
"I Think you, sir, as a visitor to our land, and what is more a guest of the Royal Mail Packet, should think about the fact that we have every right to point any amount of weapons at potentially dangerous visitors who have just slain an entire pack of wild wolves in front of them, and who they have kindly let travel for less than half fare when regulations dictate half fare for traveling on the step. That, sir, Is what I think."
boombox
Adam pulls on the cigar again, and breathes out the smoke.
"Whul, i'm suir glad we's had ye tae help us, but I'd bae obliged if yae thrae wauld travel the rest o' the way up front wi' me, so's I can keep an eye on ye, as ye'll probably imagine, I'sn nat really ready tae trust yae yet."
He turns to the man in the bowler hat.
"Aisn ye travel en tha back fer thae rest o the way Jem?"
"Yes Mr Adam, if you have any trouble, please do not hesitate to call on me."
"Ca'en thaen, le's gaet gaing."
Jenwuf
They walk into a wood panelled room, it is high, and there is a large window at the rear. Someone is standing in front of it with their back to the Lupidirans, their hands linked behind their back.
"Greetings."
They turn, it is a young man of about twenty, he is pale, with black short hair, and wears a blue velvet waistcoat with a white cravat, the gold chain of a pocket watch clearly visible in his top pocket, he smiles warmly, but disconcertingly, and what he says next is more disconcerting.
"What can I do for you two ladies?"
