Both seem to be studiously ignoring you, which you begin to frown at until a steward sidles up to you. "What is the preferred address for madam?" he asks in a stage whisper.
"Lady Magister Weber will be fine," you reply.
Both the Duke and Duchess are operating under irritating chivalric legalese with appropriate names and politeness rules here.
"Lady Magister Weber," Duke Huebald says in greeting, only now seeming to notice you. "I am Duke Huebald d'Carcassonne of Carcassonne, and this is my wife, Duchess Schermilde, who will translate for me," he says in heavily accented but still intelligible Bretonnian. The Bretonni came into the Reik basin with the tribes that eventually gave rise to the Empire, and their language has not yet drifted so far as to be unintelligible to you - at least, not among the upper classes. The accent and variations become stronger as you go further down in social class, with the peasantry completely omitting the past tense from their speech and using future tense in its place for reasons you cannot begin to fathom.
"A pleasure," Duchess Schermilde says with a curtsy, making no attempt to translate.
"Likewise," you reply.
This is the duke 'including' the duchess into the discussion, presumably because under some chivalric law or something she isn't supposed to be involved or something like that. Purportedly, Mathilde is negotiating only with the Duke and the Duchess isn't even involved at all.
The Duke gestures, and the steward and the man who lead you here depart from the room. "You have a plan," he says leadingly.
"The Grey College of the Empire, the Eonir of Laurelorn, and the Dwarves of Karak Eight Peaks seek to enter into a research project together to investigate the Waystones. There's debate as to where the research should be performed, and some feel it would avoid problems if it is located outside all three. So we look to our allies in the west."
"We've been reading up on these Eonir," Schermilde says. "Fascinating people. Dangerous, of course, but only when provoked."
No legalese twisting here.
"Bretonnia does not need monuments to banish evils. But there are many innocents we cannot protect, and Dwarves are good friends to have. We are willing to help."
This is really a roundabout way of saying 'yes' to the waystones while staying within chivalric ideals of not needing a waystone.
"Morgiana is too, our upstairs neighbour. She's a busy woman, but she says she's willing to give you a nudge or two in the right direction, and to have one of her helpers join your number."
You raise your eyebrows at that. "A generous offer."
"Morgiana, Fey Enchantress, will back you up with this (but no I'm not actually saying this, I assume because you can't actually speak like that for an Enchantress and/or they're supposed to be aloof) along with one of her best damsels (but for chivalric reasons we cannot actually say that it's her best, have to be humble).
Duke Huebald frowns, and exchanges a look with his wife, who nods. "We shall speak unrelatedly of other matters that we are pressed with, but nonetheless able to overcome with thanks to the Lady, so we need no mystical assistance with," she says. "To demonstrate the truth of our chivalrous nature, and so how worthy partners we would be."
"These are totally related matters, which we have some issues with but we assure you will be/have been dealt with and/or are our stake in the matter. We would really appreciate your magical help here."
"Iron Orcs," the Duke says. "Like Black Orcs, but with the armour set into their skin, bearing runes of the Dark Gods. They come from the mountains in greater numbers every year." You grimace at that. Though the greenskins almost always stay true to their native Gods of Gork and Mork, that 'almost' covers more than enough nasty examples to give any ruler cause for concern, and motivation to seek esoteric answers - even if their societal rules prevent them from saying so outright.
"Problem 1: Chaos Orcs. I really hope the waystones help here."
"You'll find few places as secure as Castle Carcassonne," Schermilde says, "and we do have some of these stones your letter described in the area, I visited one myself to confirm. And don't worry about supplies - by river we are joined to Quenelles and Brionne, and from Brionne by sea to the world. Though little is made here, anything can be brought here. Morgiana certainly imports plenty of equipment for her experiments."
"The base of operations for the waystone project is Castle Carcassonne. We have access to waystones and have some knowledge about them. We have wide-ranging trade networks with the world to solve any apparant problems of a lack of industry."
You nod. The Bretonnian navy does not consider itself bound by the Lady's prohibition against gunpowder, and as such their Galleons possess a formidable cannon broadside that is more than able to secure the Bretonnian coastline. "There is the question of status. I understand that Bretonnia has different ideas to the Empire about who can hold power..."
"Most know better than to gainsay any magic-wielding women," Schermilde says with a smile. "And besides, you are a Knight of your Realm. Anyone that would not respect either of those is a cur that deserves whatever punishment you deem fitting." The Duke nods firmly. "Oh, and there is another thing. Morgiana said, what was it... 'your friend can visit with you as long as he makes no plans to stay'. Something about a colleague of yours, I suppose?"
"Anyone messing with you is in for a bad time. Ranald can visit and use his divine magic and stuff, but please don't actually set up shrines here thanks."
"I understand what she means," you say with a nod. You'd heard that Ranald is outright proscribed in Bretonnia, but you didn't have any plans to broadcast your faith of Him so didn't think it would cause problems. But it is nice to have that outright confirmed. "Thank you for meeting with me. I'll let you know as soon as I can where the project will be based out of. Even if it's not in Bretonnia, if it bears fruit we'll do our best to spread the benefits as widely as possible."
"Good intentions have a way of fading with distance," Schermilde replies, her smile a little strained. "Do think it over."
"We're concerned we'll be left out of the benefits of the waystone project if it's not based with us. We're not really going to help as much if you don't base it with us."