Meltaret turned and looked at the woman who had called out to him with a detached expression. He had walked past her as he headed towards the door, but hadn't paid much attention, assuming she was just a servant. But now he saw that she was clearly not a servant – her appearance was distinctly otherworldly, and her clothes resembled those of a bandit. Moreover, the Melkorian was sure that servants didn't carry a saber and a firearm.
- Who are you? I need to speak to the owner of this house. Can you speak on her behalf?