Vastor was still overweight, but no one would mistake him for an egg come to life anymore. His belly was reduced to the size typical of a beer enthusiast but his limbs and eyes brimmed with vigor.
"What can I do for you?" He asked.
"Leave us, Lomar, and inform the rest of the staff that we don't want to be disturbed." Jirni ordered the butler. "Whoever gets in here will leave this house in the morning. Feet first."
Lomar had often seen the lady of the house annoyed or angry, but she had never threatened a member of the staff. Jirni was a woman of thought and action. She spoke little and the few words she said held great weight.
He gave her a deep bow and closed the door, activating from the outside the lockdown arrays that could be only undone by the masters of the house.
