Count Artur von Treitschke of Franzen has a great deal to say about the man he identifies as Wilhelm von Tarshof, after you finally get him to understand the question and bring him another cup of wine. "Franzen, you see, is located on the branch between the River Aver and the River Lammer," he says, full of self-importance and slightly slurring, "and Baron Helmuth of Purgg and I worked together to facilitate north-south trade in competition with the so-called 'Stirlandian League' of von Tarshof. Oh, he never acknowledged any connection with them, but he's not the only one that can pay people to follow other people. So we worked around him. Goods would go up the River Lammer to Ohlsdorf, along the road to Purgg, then down the River Teichd and just like that, they're in Talabecland. A little excise for me, a little excise for him, and none for von Tarshof, who was taking a slice out of trade at every town and village along the Old Dwarf Road, unless you were in his League." The Count takes a drink of his wine. "Then Helmuth had an accident, or so it was said. He fell down some stairs, which may or may not have been related to the fourteen stab wounds in his back. Possibly contagious, since all three of his heirs caught the same thing. And just like that the Barony reverts to the Elector Count." He pauses to collect his thoughts, then peers at you suspiciously. "Who are you, anyway? One of Krebs' daughters?"