[center][color=gray][b]Casimir Volk[/b][/color][/center]

After the other man walked in, Casimir shrugged and gave the butler a disarming smile. 

“Well, I [i]tried[/i] to be inconspicuous.” He then walked past him and into the richly-adorned estate, but stopped as he remembered something. “By the way, I’m serious about the repairs – if you ever need something fixed, I’m your man!” 

Casimir wasn’t familiar with the layout of the mansion, but the voices he heard served as a good indicator as to where the meeting would take place. He began walking in that direction, surveying the lavish interior as he did so. Whoever lived here was, without a doubt, quite wealthy. He’d seen bigger and wealthier houses in the past, but compared to the matchbox Mrs Hassett called an “apartment” it seemed like a palace to him. 

He wondered why the owner was even involved in this conspiracy. People who were well-off usually didn’t take part in burgeoning rebellions, let alone use their estates as a base of operations. Revolution was something that normally appealed to the poorer classes of society, hunger and poverty were good motivators – back in Beakhaven the Patrician had always kept a close watch on the poor quarters of the city exactly for that reason. Still, the Zephyr’s drive for dominance didn’t discriminate between the rich and poor, plus the members of Tyberia’s elite probably didn’t take too kindly to their Free City being conquered by Asgard. 

Lost in such thoughts, he almost failed to notice that he was in the dining room. The two men he had encountered at the entrance were here, one seated and the other leaning against the wall. In addition, there were four other people – one of them was clearly the owner, judging by his lavish attire. Next to him were seated a woman and two other men, Casimir was certain that the one with the glasses was the infamous Kaidan Malcador, whose wanted poster decorated every street corner and notice board. So, he must be “M”, while “B” was probably the man sitting next to him.  

“Casimir Volk, at your service.“ He gave them a polite bow, then added. “You might want to instruct the poor man at the door next time, I believe he was rather…taken aback by our arrival.” 

With that out of the way, he nonchalantly moved to take a seat opposite his hosts, choosing for himself the outermost chair.