Mist of invention

Part five

Acting before thinking had apparently become a bit of a habit as of late. The lord looked at me perplexed. "You-" he cleared his throat- "you do not know?"
"I know what i know, my lord. And your name i do not."
"Forgive me." He stood up and took off his hat. "Lord Edwin Faulkner."
I stood up as well, motioning him to sit again.
"You're the brother to that famous captain, then are you now? Aldric was it?"
Lord Faulkner sat down.
"My brother is of no importance right now," he mumbled. "Rather-" he fumbled in his bag- "i have more to show you. See, here, a message from - erm - well, you must know Lisa, at least. She sent me to bring these things."
He handed me a large brown envelope. It was sort of heavy - like it was packed with stones.
"Oh, yes, i know Lisa. You must've come a long way then - do you require a place to stay the night?"
Faux Faulkner stood up. "No that is quite alright. Though i do come from distant pastures i am also a lord here. I shall return to my own maison for the night."
"Very well then."
I walked him to the door before i asked, "is there a way?"
He turned.
"To contact Lisa i mean."
He stepped outside. "There is not."