Galt wasn't unimpressed. He had seen King Heraclad III's castle and the Duke's manor, and yet somehow he was continually startled at the well furnished carpets and the artistry hanging on the walls like common furnishings. And yet there was somehow a hominess to the place, as if he could imagine waking up here and thinking of it as a comfortable place to reside. He didn't know what gave it that quality, but perhaps it was the fact it did not have vast swathes of unneeded space like the palace or the duke's home. This was made for a family; a large home for one to be sure, but people would meet here in adequate rooms, not a great hall or a dining area fit for a banquet. 

The chamberlain seemed friendly enough. He was the kind of man who would scowl at someone like Galt a mere month ago and shout at him, but when one had money he was all smiles and even charismatic to a point. It sounded pessimistic, but truthfully Galt didn't blame him. Franz was in charge of the family's affairs and served them at their pleasure. Had it been a month ago, Galt would only be here to steal or to plead his innocence on any other number of crimes. Still, it was strange being on the other side of the coin. Nice, though. 

They made it to the office, having passed various vases of flowers Galt did not recognize. The house had a sweet, pleasant scent to it he quite liked. Halting at the door, Franz and he went still when they heard voices. Galt immediately recognized Silke, and he had a good ear for voices and could tell she spoke to her brother even before her familiarity became apparent. The chamberlain's lips quirked into a smile as the conversation went on, and Galt felt a smile of his own blooming on his face. 

He wished he had grown up with siblings, or at least remembered the ones he had. He felt a bit envious of the conversation, as frustrating as it was for the two involved. Silke was as forthright and clever as ever. Galt liked her being sweet and smiles with him, but he somehow found it compellingly attractive when she was verbally trouncing someone within earshot. There was a fire to her and a whip-like wit that he admired. Maybe someday she would be familiar enough with him to speak so, though he didn't expect them to ever get on one another's nerves quite like her brother did. 

Her brother was boorish and every bit like Galt remembered from the dinner when he had been presented before the aristocracy, though it was something he had mentally prepared for. He almost felt bad for the fellow. Galt was sure he could run circles around the man with his own mental games, but it probably wouldn't do to try and it really served no likely purpose. He was just here to learn the bow and to keep up appearances. That would keep Galt busy enough. Gods knew he had fretted over it with anxious trepidation these past days. 

Galt lifted his hand to the door and made the knocking gesture with two curled fingers, raising an eyebrow to Franz. The man snickered and looked down for a moment, before nodding and knocking on the door himself. When they were called to come in, Franz pulled the door open and gave a bow, clearing his throat and announcing Galt with a loud and clear: "Allow me to present Count Harrowmark, here for the appointed meeting." The chamberlain then stepped to the side so Galt might step in. 

The thief did so, smiling easily. "I wasn't interrupting, was I my lord and lady? I can wait downstairs if you'd like?"