The Household servant looked at Kathlin intently for a moment, as he seemed to be considering her words. 

"If you would wait here for a brief moment, I will go talk to her." He replied sharply, taking one foot behind the other as he was about to turn, but suddenly paused and looked back at them.
"And if you would stand over there - yes, there. Don't go anywhere! Thank you."

He said as he herded Kathlin and the Vanguard member over towards one of the more empty corners, as far away as possible from the large bookshelves, paintings, vases and expensive curtains of the rooms as possible without throwing them out of the house itself. Halfway satisfied with having moved the duo as far away from any of the valuable furniture and house decorations, the servant quickly turned around and marched quickly out of the hall.

"You've got one helluva investigation ahead of ye, lass." The Vanguard member accompanying Kathlin commented dryly. He was a dwarf, with a deep brown beard and hair. What differentiated him from the other Vanguard members the most was his level of hygiene and tidiness, as opposed to many of the other dwarven members of the Vanguard, his beard was neatly treated, and with a distinctive lack of food crumbs or alcoholic residue. His steel armor trimmed with brass was polished to the point you could use them as a makeshift mirror, and he was wearing his finest blood red cloak with a gold buckle. 
And on his back hung his double headed dwarven hammer, cleaned and polished to the point it looked more like a decoration than an actual weapon, but its old scars and scraps still remained from previous use.

It was quite clear that he was a mercenary used to be among the royalty and nobility, and was thus dressed for the occasion. 

"Name's Ragnar," He said, slightly bending his head in the direction of Kathlin.
"I am the one responsible for the man's protection. A duty that I unfortunately failed in... " 

The Dwarf's face took a more annoyed turn, as he looked over through the room to the body of the dead advisor.

"Guy's name was Alfidious Barthelhowe. Rich man... " Ragnar paused for a moment, peering over his shoulder to see if the servant was still visible, which he was not.
" ... but not very well liked. We liked to say as many people disliked him as he had coins, and that's not very far from an exaggeration in reality. Believe me when I say it, but you'll find no shortage of murder suspects as far as motives go... " 

Ragnar finished, the dwarf's eyes still remaining on the corpse of his dead client. Hated or not, failure in protecting their VIP was still a failure, and the dwarf seemed none to happy about the result.