Rorsk stamps through the empty hallways of the old keep, whistling aloud. "Aye, ye lot sure have done quite a number on the place. Ya kin barely tell that it ain't been touched fer more than a few decades." He kicks a loose stone that goes skittering around a corner. Behind him marches a handful of workers from Tuskhead Stoneworking, each ready to tackle the monster that was Hellknight Hill.
Rorsk produces a leather-bound tome from the satchel at his side. Flipping through the pages he makes a few muttering noises beneath his breath. "Aye, well, there's quite a bit to do here, isn't there?" He gestures with his finger as though he were writing down figures on an invisible slate. "Ye've got th' courtyard ta do, the walls, battlements... hell, ta say nothin' of yer stairs. I'm gonna have to open up a supply line with Breachill... of course," he adds, as though it were common knowledge. "And we're needin' ta make sure that we're followin' buildin' codes; not causin' a disturbance, makin' problems fer th' townfolk, or generally lowerin' the quality o' life around here." He snaps the book shut with a broad smile. "'Course, ya ain't hired me ta give ya architectural advice, but ta handle th' daily affairs and operations around here. I jus' have some questions."
"First, what do ye want me ta do about th' Bumblebrashers? Moreso, what about th' kobolds and th' undead tha' are still down in the crypts?"
"Second, we're a small town without much access to some o' the finery tha' ye may be interested in, like rare magical ingredients, books, or specialized tools. I could open supply lines further away from here, but word will spread of yere involvement out here."
"Finally, if ye are interested in opening supply lines or negotiation with outside elements, who would you like me ta speak with? Other cities in Isger? Or maybe somewhere farther away?"
He waits patiently for your answer.
Viggo: "For now leave the Bumblebrashers and Kobolds where they are. We'll take care of the undead in the crypts but I think first we should be able to easily access them, so repairing the stairs leading to the basement should be high on the list."
Rorsk hears the orders and whistles for his men to take care of things. "No problems with th' wee lil' ones. Give us a few days for th' courtyard, then we'll be right into work on th' stairs." He seems comfortable in his role as seneschal, though he doesn't seem ready to admit it. He'll be ready to handle whatever the keep may need in the future.
With work finishing up on the stairs to the lower level, Rorsk is ready to step down as seneschal of Citadel Altaerein. He has greatly enjoyed his time here, however, and would be more than willing to stay on.