[WFRP] The Lord of Lost Heart

[LCP]

Not Sigurd

Reifennen stopped on the stairs, turning to look at Illiiya and stepping back as if she had struck him in the face.

“Madam... elf,” he said, mustering in his tone all the moral high ground that he could. The fact that he was physically standing above them seemed to help a bit. “I have sworn an oath to do no harm. Mr Faulebrand has seen my credentials, and I don’t see what cause you have to doubt them.”

He sniffed.

“If you wished to risk your own health, and the liberty was mine, then I would be happy to allow you to see for yourself. Since this is not my house, however, I must leave that decision in the hands of my illustrious client.”

As the doctor had been talking, the miller had turned an incandescent red.

“How dare you,” he said. “How dare you – in my house, under my roof, a flock of, of mercenaries and vagabonds...”

He trailed off, looking almost as if he might explode in Illiiya’s face. Seeming to master his anger, he pointed one trembling, pudgy finger towards the door.

“Out! Out of my house, the whole pack of you! Out!”