For now, focus on the problems you can solve

It's time to visit Maven and see what tricks he has up his sleeve. Gathering the men, you leave Kolburg and speed off to the narcissistically named home of the blackmailer, Castle Maven. He is not far away, only a day's ride. As you approach the castle, a pair of men in uniform ride out to meet you. "The Viscount told us we was expecting company. I s'pose that yew?" he says petulantly. "Where is Maven?" you ask with at least as much petulance. The guard laughs. "Inside. The Viscount welcomes you to his home, so long as you hand over your weapons" he says with a sleazy grin. While Maven is hardly trustworthy, you doubt he would be so bold as to try to **** you, and you need his information. Reluctantly, you order your men to hand over their weapons at the castle gate.

As you dismount, a man you presume to be Maven walks out from the castle. You can't help but hate the man at first glance. He is short and round, being like a complete ball of fat. He waives the guards away to speak with you privately as he escorts you indoors. You have heard that in his younger years Maven was respectably handsome, though years of dissipation have left him looking more like a chubby goblin than the charming governor he once was. "Welcome your highness, what brings you to my residence? Wait! Don't tell me...looking for a certain someone?" he says, grinning wide. "As a result of...a certain indiscretion? Hee hee!" he laughs, making himself all the more punchable. "Ah yes, you must want a lot from me. But how much are you willing to give? I deal in information after all, it is my livelihood more than my salary" he says, grinning again, not letting a word in edgewise. "Well, let's talk and-" "Oh, not now, not now. You must be so tired. Please, have supper with me and my family, rest awhile. We can talk of such dismal matters later" he cuts you off to say, putting all the inflections of a trained actor into his voice. As despicable as he is, he holds all the cards here. Trying your best to keep your composure, you accept his invitation.

A few hours later, supper is served. He introduces you to his wife Ursula, and his daughter Eufemia. The two women make up the entirety of his family. You settle in to eat, and as you do you have time to observe the women. Ursula must be in at least her mid thirties, though she does not look it. She must have been quite the beauty in her youth, though she is still a looker. She stands at average height, with hair streaked variously in blonde and brown. Her body, likely already voluptuous, has become more so with age and motherhood. Ursula has a certain magnetic animal attractiveness to her that you can't quite put your finger on. She isn't as beautiful or ideally built as Veronica, but she has an aura of barely-contained sensuality that invites desire at least as strongly. Her voice is smooth and rich, while her eyes have a kind of feral lustfulness. Her daughter, on the other hand, shocked you when you found out she was actually a grown woman. She looks years younger, being short and with a very babyish, round face. Her body, unlike her mother's, is slim and dainty, while her hair is dark like her father's. She comes across as a kid trying to act mature, at times endearing, at others annoying.

Maven spends the dinner making allusions to your trouble, trying to embarrass you. "I mean I've heard of chasing girls, but this is just ridiculous!" he says before bursting into uncontrollable laughter, almost **** on the food in his mouth. "Oh hush Maven, that's no way to treat a guest" Ursula says, looking and sounding genuinely annoyed. "Yeah daddy, just stop!" Eufemia almost yells across the table. Maven quiets, looking offended that his family turned on him while he was enjoying himself. After that outburst, Maven's teasing ceased, and he focused on stuffing himself while looking very sour. On the other hand, you increasingly noticed the attention you were receiving from the women. Ursula makes steady eye contact with you as she eats, licking her ruby lips slowly as she finishes. Later, you see her deliberately let wine spill down from her mouth down her neck, thin streams streaking down her collarbone before she coquettishly dabs it dry. Eufemia on the other hand, seated next to you, has been rather playful. She tries to offer you her food and feed you, asking the same in return with a bright smile. Later, she she grabs your knife and licks it, playing it off as a prank, but you feel you have an idea of her true intentions.

"I don't want to talk tonight" Maven says acidly," See me tomorrow." He gets up and storms off, probably going to bed. The group gets up from the table, ready to part ways. Glancing around, you see Ursula and Eufemia each trying to make eye contact with you. They stand at different doors, and you can practically feel them beckoning you to follow them out. This is dangerous. While it would be satisfying to stick it to Maven by uh...sticking it to one of his family members, this could all be part of some trap on his part.