“Why thank you, good sir! That is very kind of you,” Arthimus says in response to Dimitri’s offer. ”From a former business owner to another, I would never intentionally cause trouble.” The warforged pauses her, as if something is meant to happen, like a smile. It doesn’t; his face plate only has one set expression.
He turns around to observe the lady who stomps down the stairs. Arthimus scrapes his throat; it sounds a bit like metal scraping over metal. “That seems very unfortunate. Did you get insurance on your booking? You always should get insurance. Maybe there is another room where you could stay, or our attic. Though I fear it might look like a cold mess too!”
He turns around to observe the lady who stomps down the stairs. Arthimus scrapes his throat; it sounds a bit like metal scraping over metal. “That seems very unfortunate. Did you get insurance on your booking? You always should get insurance. Maybe there is another room where you could stay, or our attic. Though I fear it might look like a cold mess too!”