Snippet #845149

(Astaron Gethalan, Astaron's Office, Anastor)

Astaron gave a long, cold stare to the two small creatures, before his gaze drifted up to the larger. Despite the hint from the younger sounding one, he does not invite them in. He is very tired. It's getting on well into the afternoon now. No respectable person should be up this late.

"I'm sorry, allow me to see if I understand correctly. You, ah.. Christopher, was it? You were an engineer of.. some repute. To someone. But you are... penniless. Hm. And your... associate. Mr. Nobbs. I have seen him near here before."

Well, I've smelled him near here before, but it's close enough.

Astaron cleared his breath, examining 'Mr. Nobbs' rather carefully.

"And the two of you wish to.... use my workshop, for a.... recording device, of sorts. St. Claire, you said? That is your family name?" Astaron asked, changing subjects suddenly.