((Ok, this is getting ridiculous... It occurred to me that maybe Leifford might actually call his daughter and ask if what Sagishi had just said was true and wanted him to try and signal her to play along with the situation. I figured that would be a persuasion check and well...))
((Which is, of course, exactly what he's going to do.))
Leifford steps toward Sagishi and manages to loom over the silver-tongued thief despite being a dwarf. "And your friend here thought it would be appropriate to show up at my door, unannounced, first thing in the morning, with you and..." he gestures vaguely to Ludwig, "what
ever that one is supposed to be? To discuss bleeding
art?"
Standing up straight, he turns to the stairway and hollers, "Masterson!"
The butler appears momentarily at the head of the stairs. "Yes, your grace?"
"Fetch Yanice."
"At once, my liege."
Leifford rides out the uncomfortable, awkward silence as Masterson goes in search of Yanice with his arms crossed across his chest and a smug smirk on his face.
"Yes, father?" Yanice says when she makes her entrance. At the sight of Fhiess and his friends, she stops short and nearly stumbles down the stairway.
"Ah, Yanice, my sweet," Leifford says, his voice dripping with honey. "These fine gentlemen have come knocking on our door with the most fantastic of tales! They claim that you were so enamored with this elven boy's talents that you invited him to come over for a visit to discuss your mutual love of art! He must have been too excited to wait, because here he stands, in my home, at a positively indecent hour to hold audience with you. Have you ever heard something so fantastical?"
Yanice's eyes shift from her father to Sagishi frantically gesturing behind his back. "Of--of course he's hear at this hour!" she says, finding her mettle in mid-sentence. "I invited him!"
Leifford's false smile disappears as his arms fall to his sides, dumbfounded. "What?"
"Well, when else was I supposed to entertain him?" Yanice says as she begins to descend the stairs. "You're the one who insisted that I serve as a parliamentary aide in that musty old Chamber! And for being little more than an organ of the government that does your bidding, they do keep me awfully busy. Especially with the vote today! Even if the vote is rigged in your favor, they still have to follow procedure--and oh, all that dreadful paperwork!"
Leifford's bulwark of confidence in his command of the situation is clearly wavering as Yanice stands on tippy-toes to plant a good morning kiss on her father's bearded cheek. "But really, now," he says to her in hushed tones, "an elf?"
Yanice reels back in outrage and plants her fists firmly on her hips. "And what of it?" she asks. "We are supposedly of descent from Old King Hector, does not the blood of stone giants flow through our veins?"
"There is no supposition about it," Leifford snarls, but he nearly instantly remembers himself and adopts a more gentle tone. "I will leave you to your... friends. But be quick about it, you'll be expected at Mafun in less than two hours."
With that, he exits through one of the multitude of doors in the grand room as Yanice balls the fabric of her nightgown in her hands to lift the hem as she rushes toward Fhiess and Sagishi, her eyes wild. "What the bloody blue hells are you
doing here?" she hisses.
((That's a good set of rolls you got there.))