At Agramunt's wordless signal, a harmless-looking young man, wearing a lesser version of Agramunt's uniform, enters bearing a platter of plain fruit, which they set down on the table before Merrin.
"I know enough now to set your proper accommodations in motion, and will leave you some moments of peace," says Agramunt. He rises, and bows.
The disguised seventh-circle wizard likewise bows. "I hope these small tokens of hospitality find your favor, and that you are pleased with your reception here and your concerns set at ease."