Khayrat chuckles at Zantos' misconception and corrects him quietly, "House Vespos, friend. They employ a mercenary company." Leaning back in his seat, the nobleman watches the Mar Ravoni partake of the food. He quirks an eyebrow at the extra care not to reveal his face.

"Your companions are free to stay with me while you go see old Balthazar if you wish, we would have plenty of time to chat then," Khayrat offers, with a grin to the Mar Ravoni.

"I have only the one guest bedroom, I'm afraid. So unless they'd care to share the same bed, someone will have to sleep on the couch!" he pats the soft fabric of the furnishing. From what Zantos can tell sitting in it, it's far from the most uncomfortable place he's slept.