Aeren Tatallaner

With a good-natured bow, Aeren accepts the note. "Ever at your service." As he leaves the cell, he ruminates on the interrogation. "Hmmm. Decades of historical and oratorical study bested by decades of fermentation. Always new lessons." Smelling the rich aroma from the goblin's gastric contribution to the cell's decor, he corrects, "Much less than decades." He holds his breath as he strides for the Lord of the Treasury and fresher air.