*nods to (Fountain) Pete in an "as you were" fashion* *to you, just a tad dryly* Yes, we all know about you and that House's smooth-talkers, 'makil. You're lucky our lords haven't strung you out for conspiracy or something.
Where are we taking her?
*meets your gaze and raises an eyebrow, having been considering this, himself* *briefly checks his watch* I've no idea how long Ecthelion will be (how much damage she's done), or I'd just shove her in a conference room and be done with it.
*hooks his hands low on his hips and squints down one of the corridors* You know, I seem to recall a few of the interior guest rooms haven't been totally refurbished yet. They've got lights and running water and some bare furniture... *trails off, nodding* No bars, per se, but that'll do.