"Thank you Herr... Neil is it?" she asked. Details were the key to any successful con so she had noted his name when Gunter spoke it, but it almost always paid to appear to know less than you did. It wasn't likely that the contact would amount to anything, nothing good certainly as the most likely outcome was for Otto to take offense at a guild apprentice talking to his supposedly aristocratic date. She wondered if she could use that to her advantage but it seemed a crude and clumsy intrusion into a plan that seemed to be progressing well enough already.

"As for guards, why I am under the protection of Graf Otto Von Banstuf, surely no one would dare interfere with me. The words were delivered with an utter lack of inflection that made it exceedingly difficult to know if they were meant seriously or as a joke. Otto was, no doubt, good at drinking and spending money and perhaps whipping the odd servant, but Emmaline didn't imagine he had any martial talents.

"As for Nuln," she said, pulling the coat around her shoulders, the effect slightly ridiculous with the elaborate gown.

"I haven't been here long but it has its attractions I suppose," she told him, her body all but trembling from the presence of so much iron and steel. It didn't have the effect on her gold did, but the awareness of so much metal was a natural part of being a wizard of the Gold College, even a fairly worthless one.