[center][h3]Týfurkh[/h3][/center]

If it had taken anything more to convince Týfurkh that this Lord Ru'Tev was a tad odd at the best, then the man's luxurious dwelling place would have done it. A not so brief glance at the ceiling left him wondering just how absurd an amount of coin it must have cost to gather and install all this crystal jade, yet instead of keeping his manor entirely devoid of any real fire it merely took a short stroll over into the guest's wings in order to find just that. Wasn't the Lord aware of the possibility that a chimney could become clogged up, causing the smoke to blow back down and seep through the gaps between the glass cupola and its socket ? Evil to him who evil thinks, Týfurkh thought. Maybe refraining from installing real fireplaces everywhere except for where it was closest to the guests made much more sense if one... changed one's mental approach to it.

The giant's eyes followed Tayla as she turned her back towards him. Had he really just wittnessed a serious attempt of an apology ? Maybe there was hope. Or maybe there wasn't, given how recklessly she placed herself and the dirt sticking to her boots onto the next peasant's lifetime of a pricey seat she chould possibly find. Had Sil not suddenly addressed him in this very Sil-like manner, Týfurkh might have attracted Tayla's attention right away a second time  by just staring at her for a few moments too long. He gave Chres' familiar a stern look, wondering for a brief moment whether Sil might actually be the one behind this love story -- the one and only thing he and Tayla actually could agree upon disliking.

Theories, theories. He couldn't work with pure speculation, he needed proof! Then however... How could one exact revenge upon a cute little familiar ?

For the moment though, there were other problems, and Týfurkh decided to address them openly towards the other pactmakers:

[color=yellow]"It looks like there are plenty of rooms available to us, at least the servants weren't aware of any other guests in this part of the manor. For the sake of safety I'd suggest that we don't take a room each though, but share where we can."[/color] No, he did not reward Tayla with even the tiniest bit of a sideways glance at this point. This kind of elephant was just so large that everyone had to spot it no matter how mentally absent or not. [color=yellow]"So, any volunteers ?"[/color] Theoretically he should have teamed up with Chres so to prevent the man from drinking, but Týfurkh didn't even know how much alcohol was an issue within the divergence in the first place. What if people didn't make any because the process of destillation or whatever else could go wrong ? The giant made a mental note about asking the servants even though they had made a rather clueless first impression about a lot of things. Also: He just could neither chain Chres to his bed nor be the man's silent shadow all the time...

Týfurkh's eyes scanned the other pactmakers so to see who might be willing. He could't help but let his view rest a little longer upon Jen. Getting to know each other could never hurt and this fellow seemed to have some decent muscles on him, indicating some serious prowess in one way or the other. Little did Týfurkh know that Chres was not the only one with a drinking habit...