A wet-muzzled hound rubs its haunches against Bisqueath's knee. He shakes his head as he pets the beast. "No surprise to me thy work should show he lives in twilight between yes and no."
His Lordship dismisses you soon after, with promises to open doors to you. He's clearly pleased enough with your information that you have ever reason to expect him to make good on the promise. [+Bisqueath] [+Renown]
He dangles out the prospect of asking you to perform another service in a similar vein down the line. As you trot away, you're more confident than ever that you can manage this relationship without compromising yourself.
Onward