Waery nodded, grunted, "This way, Misiss Apocethary," and without another word turned and set off, striding along the various twistings and turnings of his usual route through the castle. He glanced thoughtfully aside as he noticed a door ajar on one side of the hallway, but said nothing, and soon he reached the door to his Lord's quarters.
Knocking twice, he called, "Missis Drua th' Apocethary 'ere to see yer, M'Lord."
After a couple of moments, Trubaldsome's voice answered, "Yes, come in!"
Waery swiftly opened the door for Drua, stepping in after her and moving to take up position to one side of the doorway, clasping his hands behind his back.
Trubaldsome was seated behind his tidy, well-kept desk, and he rose and nodded a greeting as Drua entered.
"Ah, thankyou, Lady Drua, for coming on such short notice. I am sorry to disturb you, truly." He was all smiles as he spoke, then he gestured to another chair set on the other side of his desk with a sweep of a finely-clothed arm. "Please, sit, I have important matters to discuss with you; matters pertaining to your profession."
He took up a crystal decanter filled with wine, poured a glass for Drua and one for himself. This done, he resumed his seat, taking a thoughtful sip.
"Now, Lady Drua, in your work as a noted Apocethary, I presume you preserve a certain... Confidentiality, between yourself and your clients?" He raised an eyebrow, then continued. "I am sorry to ask this of you, but I must request that you swear none of what I speak shall pass beyond this room. I have need to discuss some rather... Delicate matters, ones unfit for the ears of anyone else." Shifting in his seat, he shouted at Waery, in a sudden breach of his cool decorum, "That means you, Waery! Get yourself gone, man!"
"So, Lady Drua," He spoke again in his calm, collected voice as he looked back, "Can you assure me you will not breath a word of this to any other?"