[He bites his lip. He's aware that the flagrant display of wealth is offensive to the Brume dwellers. That much he has learned worthing in the House of Lords and Commons. But there is little to do about it now. He feels the need to appease him- as an extension of the Warrior of Light, to make him feel at home.]

By thin luck alone, I'm afraid. I'm oft surprised that I was not tossed into the Brume upon my birth, born a bastard as I was.

[He looks up at Sidurgu's face and a frown tugs at his lips. His manservant approaches, and he sends him to get Sidurgu a potion. He returns soon after with the potion in a goblet.]

I hope you will find it comfortable.