Secrets in Small Places
Tenth Day of the Twelfth Month 292 AC
"We came to meet the Lord of these lands, who named himself Renly Baratheon, and offered to pay his brother's ransom and take him from our care. Unfortunately, we have reason to believe that the real Renly Baratheon might not be the one who has made this offer. Our predicament is that handing over Lord Stannis might endanger the customs of hostage-holding and worth of ransom paid in good faith, and calls into question our own given word to return him to his kin and lands unharmed and not bespelled once the price is paid in full," you answer, speaking truth with a measure of formality that will hopefully appeal to the strange nature of the fey.
The odd little creature tilts its furred head to the side so far you are almost afraid it will tip over. "There are no lords of men or fey 'neath this roof, child of wind and flame, though I might know something of worth for you and yours..."
"That is good," you answer with a smile. "Long have we known that the houses where travelers take shelter and from the cold and fill aching bellies were the very best places to seek news, and verily the finer the service the more precious the tales." From the spark of amusement in her eye you suspect Tyene would be teasing you for offering such flattery to a knee-high furry manikin for quite some time, you only hope it will be worth it.
At least the 'master of the hearth' himself seems taken by the your words, as he draws a silver flask the size of a man's finger and takes a contemplative drink.
"For your opinion of this 'lord Renly' I would offer five-times-ten coins of bright gold and again as much for more precious or secret lore, or else..." You look around for a moment wondering that you could offer that might tempt fey whimsy. You spot again the soup helm and offer: "a set of glasses wrought of dragon-fire and shaped by sorcery."
"Well now," the manikin replies, stocktaking his bristly beard. "You offer much by the measure of man and a prize even beyond that, but what you ask is perilous to tell, for much searching and squirming may come of the answers you seek..." Seeing that you are not about to take the bait with that little offer, it continues, "What would you think the men of these lands would do if they knew who made the wine that tasted so sweet to their lips or set clean sheets upon the beds? Would they pay us a fair price... or drive us out, calling us demons and other foolish filth?"
"You are afraid that you will be driven out should the imposter be revealed," Garin interjected smoothly.
"You said it not I, man half-dead," the hearth spirit replies, likely dancing around some oath.
"In my lands magic is welcome and the fey also if they are kindly," you begin, rather satisfied with the notion of gaining more than information this day.
Alas the odd little innkeeper shakes his head with determination: "I'll not leave my hearthstone for lands over the water, no matter if you offer me an inn wrought of gold and jewels. It wouldn't be seemingly..." From the way he says it you suspect it is less stubbornness or some negotiating tactic and more a part of his nature, and as you have learned a feyspirit's nature is not lightly changed. "I tell you all I know, and I know lots for great lords pay little heed to the wee folk who pour their mead, if ye swear to keep my inn safe from whatever may come of your deeds."
What do you reply?
[] Swear the oath
[] Do not swear the oath
-[] Write in next course action
OOC: Just to be clear the domovoi does not specifically want you to tell him how you intend to keep the inn safe, he figures you are powerful enough to do it somehow so he just wants an oath.