Drat, looks like you have found my private corner in the laboratory of Castell Rhaeadr, where I work and sleep. No, you are certainly not welcome. Nobody is.

That peeves you? Sheesh, that's just too bad.

What is it you want? Listen, if you want wine or refreshments, go to a tavern. Where do you think you are? And should you be looking for delightful company, I suggest you better go to a brothel. Refreshments and company, indeed!

Don't touch that bottle! It's not wine. Hm. On second thought ... why not? Go on, help yourself, just don't touch anything else while you're here, is that understood? That goes especially for the notes in my shelf.

Yes, I'm employed in the services of Lady de Karling, and no, it's none of your business what it is I am hired for.

Hah, I wonder what it is you hope to discover in there, but then, go ahead and rummage through my chest if you can't help it. Just get off my feet.

You can find my credentials and a brief article on the history of my hometown lying around on the desk. Go there and read them for yourself. Just leave me alone.

Don't forget to close the door. From the outside.