Djonn gave Mr. Hemming a curt bow. "Pleasure to be of your service sir, I am sure everything will run smoot-" Hemming had already gone back to his preparations. Shaking his head Djonn walked over to where Lieutenant Thorpe had beckoned him. He paid careful attention and made mental notes of where to go, paying very special note to the last leg of their journey.

"Macavel? How could any self-respecting individual feel safe guarded by those clowns Sir?" Djonn Shrugged, "I guess it just goes to show that with merchants profit is more important than safety. I would like to know more about the affairs of these estates. I used to be close with the Baelin household, but admittedly I haven't spoken to them since well..." he paused not exactly sure what to say.

Lydia had been childhood friends with the eldest Baelin daughter: Katya. When Lydia's father passed away she was taken in by the Baelin house and raised as their adoptive daughter. Lydia wasn't the kind to take advantage of others and left the house when she was 18 to find her name in the world, yet throughout all that time she had kept up correspondence with Katya and the Baelins however she could. Djonn and Lydia had actually been married on the Baelin Estate, and her knowledge of the land had been part of why the two were initially deployed to Bellencrest in the first place. After Lydia's death the Baelin family had been surprisingly supportive, they didn't begrudge Djonn for what had happened as he expected they would. Her funeral was the last time he had ever spoken to or saw them. He imagined the reunion would be interesting, though it was not something that he was excited for. 

Regaining his composure quickly Djonn tried the question again. "I would like to know about the estates sir," While he awaited the response he gave Thorpe a once over, the man looked harried to say the least. He looked like death. "Is everything alright Thorpe?"