Gwhaldin sighed and turned to pull a tome from off of his bookcase. He set it in front of carefully and then pulled a second larger book from one of the draws in his desk, taking a quill from a pot on his desk he began to transcribe the nearly illegible text to was scrawled across the tome by some schizophrenic priest from across the oceans.
"My dear," he again did not look up from his work while he spoke to the aggravation that had wormed its way into his study, "I will tell you what I told the inquisition, the Mordecai and the Grand Duke's top interrogator." He scrutinised the tome more closely as the text seemed curve up the page and disappear onto a separate page.
"There were always power struggles within the group of bandits that had captured me, a few months ago was the worst coup I'd seen while I was there. During the ensuing battle and chaos that was occurring around me I was able to make my escape from the tunnels that they called home without much problem." He paused to decipher an unknown symbol that was emblazoned across one of the pages, he grabbed another book from his bookcase to aid in the translation.
"As for why I have so many texts on invoking demons when I claim to be an exorcist. The answer is very simple my dear, there are very few first hand sources of information that detail the excision of a demon. Those that claim to be first hand accounts are often completely unreliable and filled with old wife's tales about sprinkling herbs and spices on a possessed person's head. Therefore I must study invoking texts in order to understand where a demon came from and how it was summoned in order to understand how to defeat it."
He finished transcribing a section of the tome and he stood pleased with his works. He clasped his hands onto the shoulders of the halfling and maneuvered her out of his study talking as he went.
"As for this Baron Ringwald Kreuz, he came round a few times before my absence grubbing for money for some poor thought out business venture, I finally had the servants bar him from entering my house without evidence that he did not want to pilfer my coffers." They had reached the front door now, he turned the halfling around.
"Now listen my dear, do not call hear again. I have been very patient with so far but now it is running thin." He pushed the halfling out the door and shut it quickly pulling the heavy deadbolt with it.
He turned and walked back into his study, he did not like that girl snooping around in his business. He may not have totally truthful with her questioning, well what had been completely truthful about his escape and the demonic books but his connection to Ringwald not so much.
There was nothing nefarious about his dealings with the man, he simply supplied him with materials that other vendors could not get there hands on. All of it of course was for is studies on the Eldritch and demonic nothing more than that, well at the moment that was true.
He would have to be more careful about his dealings with Baron Kreuz, he'd send Klipspringer to collect his supplies and perhaps he'd also send a tail to follow that bothersome gnome for a while.
Leaving his study he descended the three flights of stairs until he reached the wine cellar, it was not unusual to see Gwhaldin enter the wine cellar but he did make sure that the windows were shut before he entered. Entering the wine cellar he walked along until he was at the very back as far away from the stairs as he could be. He traced his fingers along the brickwork of the house until he found an irregularity in the bricks. Marked upon the bricks was a scorch mark, a hand print which had seemingly melted the brickwork and warped its design. Place his hands upon the hand print he felt something searching across his palm from inside the wall. Slowly his hand began to warp like the brick work and Gwhaldin's body began to collapse in on himself his form surging towards the hand print on the wall.