The kids run off, giggling and yelling at each other. "Ahhh! Maid Holsten!" Rooren yells! "She's even meaner up close!" The little girl yells! They run upstairs and both begin banging on a closed door rapidly. "Mister Ward! Mister Ward!"
After a few minutes of these shenanigans the door slowly opens and the kids burst into the room. It seems to be a single guest bedroom that is meticulously clean. The only evidence somebody lives in it is the personal effects hanging against the wall over the bed in the room, or the few boxes stuffed under it. Devlin greets the kids in his under-armor padding and comes downstairs in a minute or so after donning his actual plate, looking as though he just awoke.
Devlin: "Ah, Hello, Ilex. I'm glad you could come on such short notice. Please forgive my tardiness, I..."
One of the doors next to the large table downstairs bursts open and an older Dwarven woman wearing an apron covered in small, scraped off scales and some bloody bits leans out, gesturing with a large wooden ladle. "Devlin! You've been up for three days straight!"
Devlin folds his arms and delivers a confident retort. "This is business, Margaret, I've no time to slee..." He blinks, dumbfounded. "Ah... did you start preparing the meal?!"
Margaret harumphs with hands set on her hips, some unidentified goo briefly dripping off the ladle. "As if you'd do it in your sleep, or Pelor would roast it properly in the sun. Of course I am!" She returns to the kitchen as a burst of steam slides out the door.
Devlin looks crestfallen. "Th.. thank you, Margaret." He turns back to you with the confident swagger and look. "Well, at least we'll eat well. This is a rare find... some proper Fish(what manner of creature is this?!) from the new biome they're constructing." He waves a hand as if catching himself off-guard and chuckles, covering his eyes with the other hand. "Forgive me, you're not here to discuss cooking. In fact, I'm sure you want to know why you're here. If you'll come in, we can get down to business." He gestures towards the table, then reaches over and ruffles Isaac's hair. "Come on, "cowboy." "
The kids are chasing each other around the house and pretending to be Ilex and Karvan, which mostly involves Rooren making dinosaur noises and the little girl barking orders at him that he ignores.