Luneshale Pass Doors opened

Hmm, Machiavelli responded with a thoughtful glance to the stars, I suppose it would be in my best interests to leave you here to be blown away by the winds, he mused with a wave of his paw. I'm not particularly receiving anything from the proposed arrangement, am I? Except for the loss of my den and dinner, that is.

There was a moment of quiet pondering before the man spoke again, Tonight, I will rent my room out to you. In exchange for a favor—to be called in at any time I like. It would be a business transaction, no rash displays of selflessness, no waste.