Olamoira listens to the different arguments as if in a fog. Certainly, each of the points that Nivi, Jack, and Beren make have merit. But maybe they don't see the Divine presence, the deeper reality, the real magic that intertwines all things, they don't see the blackness with which evil deeds mar its threads. Ola sees it, though, swimming before her vision, but she is afloat, too. She cannot make the others see it, she cannot convince them. Slowly she turns her gaze to Beren, as he speaks. Oh, yes, I will go with him. That will be all that I can do if we follow this plan. She nods slightly.

But as Beren suggests--however unseriously--that he storm the keep himself, her dark face lights up with a brilliant smile, her somber eyes looking as though the sun had risen in them. It is quite clear from her expression that this is exactly the heroic fulfillment of Divine will that she imagines, however untenable in practice it may be. "Yes, let's be on our way," she says, "and we can decide then. If Beren and I are to wait with Karl nearby, that is all right." She does not like to condone her companions' less than virtuous actions, but... I cannot control what they do... nor am I responsible for it... I have spoken my warning.. what they do with it is up to them. I cannot participate, but I need not force them to take another angle.

IF the party goes with the plan of disguising Nivi as Karl, she waits until the last instant before approaching within eyeshot of the Wachter home before casting Disguise Self once more to change her appearance to the drunk and haggard Karl, fine clothes scuffed as if having fallen and a small bump on his head.  She takes the two cups of whatever Karl had been drinking which she had obtained from Urwin (post 683) and coats her mouth and face with it.

Nivi is hoping not to have to say or do much while disguised beyond the occasional grunt or clumsy gesture, giving the appearance of being drunk and nearly passed out.  She dismisses her owl familiar, Shiv, to a pocket dimension.

Nivi hopes the party agrees to waiting an hour so that Jack can regain his two Wild Shapes.  She leaves it up to the eladrin whether he enters first as a tiny creature hidden in her hair or clothes, or right away as a stray mastiff that "Karl" has apparently taken a shine to and insists on bringing with him.

Since someone will need to accompany "Karl," who can barely stand apparently, Nivi suggests that Beren haul him in, gruffly and more or less truthfully (yet deceptively) explaining that the lad had been too drunk and fallen.  She suggests that Beren further press the (legitimate) point that Karl had been harassing locals and generally making a drunken ass of himself, and that as the Avatar of the Sun, he would like to speak with his mother, the baroness.

Nivi does note that Urwin had stated his STRONG preference that the Blue Water Inn not be mentioned, so as not to draw unwanted attention.

In this scenario, that would leave Olamoira to stay behind, hidden, tending to the real, unconscious Karl.

(Only if everyone agrees of course - other characters should do as they wish!)

Though a full agreement has not been met you all decide that the half hour you spent making it was beginning to burn daylight too much, and you all make your way towards the Wachter House. It's not that far ultimately but initially you all get side-eyed glances from the colorful folk who, at this point, are going about whatever business they have, or are in between locations. Some of them turning their heads away but passive perceptions of 12 or more can hear s******ing occasionally, though the faces are hidden as they likely laugh at Karls expense, others are more smug, in the 'typical Karl, worthless bastard' sort of way as Karls limp body is hauled off on Beren's shoulder.

The closer you get to the Wachter House, the more sparse the 'population' gets. The house coming into nearly full view, signaling the need to find some place to hide the body as it were. The town lacks many hidden pathways like Nivi might expect of a larger city such as Waterdeep, as it is primarily homes, sparsely placed, though there is faint evidence that there used to be a much more planned neighborhood, what's left is housing with gaps in most places. Regardless, eventually a spot that is out of view from the manse, and from most of the others sight due to an L-shaped home, almost caressing another, and barring someone looking down that exact location, he would not likely be seen. Though as you all make your way to it, anyone with a passive perception of 12 or higher breifly gets jump scared, as they see someone watching them, only to realize it's a soulless... who wasn't looking at, but past them, lost in some drunk stupor himself. 

Whether due to their nature or the ale, it seemed he was a somber sort and he ultimately took no heed of the group moving, it was only that brief moment where eye-contact was thought to have been made that sent a chill moment of adrenaline through whoever noticed. Karl eventually placed down, gently enough as to not risk waking but not with any care for his well being by Beren.

As Moira had pointed out at the bar, the boy would likely be out for around three hours, half an hour of that was gone, but that still gave time for a breif respite. You all relax there, in the shadow of the homes, atleast once you were sure they were abandoned as many homes were in Vallaki. Arugal had stayed behind with Bluto, saying this was not something he could help with "Wachter would see me, and assume Luvash was part of it, even if I've been removed from my position, and I cannot risk that because then 'i' would not have a chance to ever earn my place back, and it would likely start a war" he claimed.

A mostly uneventful hour passes, the shadows deepening as the sun moves across the sky, but short rest completed, you find yourselves moving towards the Wachter house, whoever all is going. Jack is able to become a spider, slinking into Nivi's hair, though as an eladrin he may or may nor decide to 'tickle' her neck with his tiny clawed appendages... not harmful just ticklish sensations, atleast until the house is within view.

This house seems disgusted with itself. A slouching roof hangs heavy over furrowed gables, and moss-covered walls sag and bulge under the weight of the vegetation. As you study the house’s sullen countenance, you hear the edifice actually groan. Only then do you realize the extent to which the house hates what it has become.

Unlike most mansions, there are no gates, though it seems more due to dereliction and wear than it does with never having had any. Strewn about in missing chunks, crumbled stonework, and bent iron with speartips at the top, rusted and crumbling with age.

As the party had began to wander towards the building, a young man had came out, the door closing swiftly behind him, and he ran southward in the direction of the Blue Water Inn, he looked a lot like Karl but distinct enough to be clear they were not the same person. If the party approaches the door he just left, as there is no one outside, tending to anything, they will find a locked door, with multiple bronze bands to reinforce it. 
Around the door are three stained glass frames within reinforcing wood, one on each side of the door and a smaller, more rectangular, and horizontal one above it, though the glass was stained so that nothing on either side could be seen easily, and it likely only allowed some light inside.

With Nivi looking of Karl, spider-Jack doing whatever a spiderjack can within her hair, and Beren or Moira either being there or staying with Karl.

How do you proceed?

Beren glances at Olamoira when she states that it would be alright for her and himself to stay with Karl... that isn't what he'd meant, but he decides against clarifying that for now. Instead, he just nods along with Nivi's plan, as he doesn't intend to let her and Jack try to infiltrate on their own. 

"That is fine, I did not expect the two of you to accompany us for this," Beren says to Argual before he leaves. Hopefully Argual can get a room situated for himself and Bluto while they are gone. He will pay Urwin back if needed, but for now Argual and Bluto just need to be out of the way. 

"Do you intend to watch over Karl?" he asks Olamoira after setting the drunkard down. Perhaps it would have been better to have Argual at least stay with them, just so that Olamoira did not have to stay in an alley alone with a drunkard, who may or may not wake up before the rest of them return. "I do not like leaving anyone alone, but it would be safer for the other two if I accompanied them." Depending on how things go on his end, he may not spend more than a few minutes in the manor before making his way back to this alley. 

He has every intention of bringing "Karl" to the baroness, and addressing the fool's behavior as was his original idea. He's not sure what he's going to say anymore, as his previous anger has simmered down leaving him to attempt to think clearly rather than simply act. But regardless, his interaction with the baroness or even just the rest of the guards should hopefully give Nivi and Jack time to investigate unhindered.

Unless someone wants to take different actions, Beren will raise a fist and knock loudly on the door--while also supporting 'Karl', who may or may not be semi-awake. 

Staggering and slumping and seemingly nearly unconscious, with alcohol covering her mouth and arachno-Jack [Tooltip Not Found] in her hair, Nivi/Karl (barely audibly) murmurs to Beren that she approves of the loud knocking.

(Very quietly, with her mouth almost closed):  "Must have been Karl's brother heading out, same direction we came from.  On a clock now.  No time to lose that anger, Beren!  Remember - none too gentlemanly, our Karl.  Not to Danika, not to... 'Svenka'.  Get mad.  Demand to see Lady Wachter.  Give her what for.  'Cept just don't mention the Blue Water Inn if you can.  Karl got drunk.  Harassed folks.  Fell and hit his head.  That part's believable (and true)."

Olamoira silently accompanies the group to whatever hiding spot in which they decide to deposit Karl, although she protests against the choice of the first few spots that seem to be unfit for convalescence. She quickly spots the gaze of the soulless who watches them sequester themselves in their chosen alleyway, and returns the gaze curiously. The fate of the soulless seems horrifying to her, but any pair of eyes on their activities she will not dismiss or try to escape. "Everything hidden will come to light," she reminds the others, "and if your subterfuge is soon discovered, we may lose all because of your breaking of the Divine law. But I cannot stop you." Indeed, she wanders out of the path with the others for long enough to greet the Soulless who laid eyes on them. "May the Blessed Light be with you," she says warmly to him, with a smile.

Although Ola's body language and expression seems to indicate that she is trepiditious at best at being separated from the party, and especially from Beren, she stoically says nothing, and simply helps to comfortably settle the unconscious Karl, seating herself near him to keep an eye on his well-being, as well as one on the surroundings.

Beren's knock echoes as though he had hit wood or metal from within a cave. The sound empty, dull, and repeating briefly. And at first, silence was the response. Just as Beren would have gotten that internal  feeling of 'maybe no one is home' and allowing "Snivi" to say her piece to him in hushed tones, a metallic sound catches both of their attentions. The smooth oiled scraping of metal on metal ceases, and Beren, for the first time in his life, most likely.. see's someone else as they might see him.. minus all the flashy brightness.. A pair of eyes stare coldly through a slit in the door only large enough to allow said eyes to see outside, or in.. if the positions but not locations, were reveresed.

A dark man, white of skin ,but raven in hair, eyes sunken and shadowed, grey irises looked as hard as the stone they shared color with out. First, obviously catching sight of Beren, given the dimness of the world even at noon, Beren was ever a firefly, bright and eye catching. A suspicious 'Hmmmm' escaped his lips as he began to ask And what business... just before his eyes fell on Karl. A heavy sigh, one of expectations being met. But not one of insult. I take it the young master has once more forgotten his key when roaming. And I take it you brought him back. Good in both ways, as I believe the mistress was looking for you and your group. Most fortuitous indeed. he says, his voice mostly dull, harsh, but tinged with an expected but faint english tint. 

His eyes scan the area outside, seeing none but the soulless littering the streets like so much detritus. I take it your other companions are not with you? he asks Beren as he begins to open the door to allow them both inside. His body now visible, the man wore a hooded cloak, open at the front - revealing a tattered but otherwise well pressed butlers attire. The hood itself was black, and smelled faintly of burning coal or something else that at the time was hard to tell as it was faint.

Your mother is quite cross with you right now Karl. You ran off as did your brother when she was simply attempting to speak with you. You know your mother loves you dearly after... the man stopped speaking as he remembered Beren in the room. Pardon me.. I should not be discussing family business in front of guests, I forgot myself. he said with a deep bow.

In any case, I suppose I should bring you both to her now, she does not like time being wasted. Please.. follow me. he said, leading the pair through the rectangular foyer which was only five feet between the front and interior door, though twenty left to right. Through that door opened, showed a staircaise directly in front of the door leading up, a small hallway to the left of it leading to other places within the manse, a single servant shuffling by the view, also wearing a hooded cloak, though theirs was full of body. And turning directly to the left, to yet another door, this door leading into a parlor and dining room combined. The parlor itself being 'north' of the door, the dining room and tables south of it.

Here three elegant couches surround an oval table made of black glass. All are set in front of a blazing hearth, above which hangs the portrait of a smirking nobleman sporting a broken nose and a tangle of hair graying at the temples. Several smaller portraits hang on the north wall. The dining room itself An ornate dining table stretches the length of this room, a crystal chandelier hanging above it imperiously. The silverware is tarnished, the dishes chipped, yet all are still quite elegant. Eight chairs, their backs adorned with sculpted elk horns, surround the table. Arched windows made of a latticework of iron and glass look out onto the small, fog-swept estate.

(everyone but Moira make a perception check - unrelated to the below text to be clear. something else)

Sitting in one of the elegant couches, her back to the north wall, facing where the you all would be coming in from, was a woman - her legs crossed as she sat properly upon the couch, sipping from a wineglass within her fingers, and as much the picture of 'elegance and privelige' as this land could likely muster. Her clothes were dark, with only slight variations between the shades, she too wore a hooded cloak, though hers was resting, and looked as one would expect a well off womans clothes to. Her skin was a shade of white or pink, her body overall lithe, and fit. The most notable thing was her hair. And after a moment 'Karl' realized she was looking at a perfect copy of herself as it's face smiled at her.

I am glad you decided to return Karl. she said in a voice that was almost Nivi's. Please sit down until my friend and I can catch up. her eyes shifting to Beren then, not seeming at all surprised the state her son was in. I am glad you decided to come Beren. After we saved that poor girl from drowning yea? I'm still glad you decided to spare Bubbles and Ruby. Did the right thing - that. she nodded. I'm also glad I no longer have to hide my true self from you, welcome to my home here within this place.

(Beren must make an insight check vs 14 )

With Moira, Karl lis unconscious and again, by her estimations he will be out for atleast another hour and a half. When she turns to the soulless, she sees them recognize they're being looked at but they don't even so much as flinch from it as one might when caught looking. Their eyes heavy, down. They look like apathy incarnate, as well as a few similar descriptors. Her comment about the light being met with an emotionless scoff. There is no light. There never is. Give in or give up. There's no point. the voice came out as though one was speaking in a loud, labored whisper, tinged with depression, shoulders slouching just as much to emphasize the point.

Why struggle at all? one of them posed. It's easier to just ..not. They did not seem hostile, if anything, Moira might not even feel as though any emotion was conveyed from them, a void. When Moira inevitably returns to Karl, the soulless watch but do not follow. Nor do they get up. One of them pulls out a rotten looking apple and begins eating from it, the other slouching in full again, against the wall he had been laying against before. 

Karl groans here and there, mumbling from time to time though the coherence is broken at best. Always... t.. bout faver... jes... alone... pl... shutp.. dun want t hea it... his head rolling back, a single tear streaking down his cheek as he groans.

Olamoira feels a strange recognition surface as the soulless speak to her. These creatures have been reduced to utter despair. They embody what Lloth always dreamed to create... empty automatons to be mockeries of rational beings, paragons of nothingness, and blackness. Ola stands straight, almost stiffly, listening to them, looking at them, and slowly, reluctantly, she remembers. She remembers what she's done to countless people like this, tormenting them to the brink and violating their every glimmer of hope, until they were reduced to exactly this. Some broke quickly. Some took longer. And there were even some that would never break. These baffled the priestesses, baffled the torturers, and were usually flung to the spiders as unfit sacrifices to Lloth. It was there that my unease started. There that I saw something beyond the power we thought we had. And then I found it within myself. The misery I had made... I made it in my own soul. She stares for what seems like a long time at the soulless. It is a miracle that I did not become one of these. Strahd must be very powerful to have them... if he has really achieved what he thinks he has... but this too could be an illusion.

"There is a price to pay for the easiest road," she reminds the soulless. "One day you may count the cost... or perhaps someone else will."

As she returns to Karl, she sits next to him, wondering what he's dreaming about. He has experienced suffering too. Who knows what he is running from, in his arrogance and drunken ways? Many of my victims acted in similar ways to their fellow prisoners who were weaker than them. She feels an odd mixture of revulsion and pity, but she knows the revulsion is from long ago, from the disdain she had for those whose grip on life and sanity she tore loose, meticulously and perfectly. I saw a glimmer of what a soul meant, and what it's value was, and how I could not touch it. I will never forget.

Ola sits down next to the groaning unconscious man. She reaches out and gently smooths Karl's hair, then wipes the tear away with the hem of her robe. "Shush now, young one," she croons, not trying to be quiet. "You've nothing to fear, and you'll wake in a little while. Together then we will see what has become of the dark path my friends have gone down." Sadness fills her as she says this, and she folds her hands in her lap then, sitting quietly, with nothing to do but wait.

In response to Olamoira, Beren simply nods. When Nivi whispers after he knocks on the door, he again nods, not wanting to risk speaking aloud. The light behind the mask flickers brightly when the dark-haired man speaks through the door. So the Lady Wachter wanted to speak with them anyways? Perhaps they should have started there instead of beginning with this plan. Oh well, too late now. Hopefully Nivi's disguise is worth the effort... and hopefully Beren can make the most of whatever conversation ensues. 

"No," he says gruffly in response to the butler's question. He lets out a breath, adjusting his grip on 'Karl's' limp body. "One of them was... greatly offended by this young man's actions. And quite frankly, she wasn't the only one." He lets a hint of anger slip into his tone, as the statement was not really a lie. He refrains from saying more, deciding to save his words for Wachter, not this servant. When the butler begins talking to 'Karl' Beren stays silent, the only hint to his feelings reflected in the flickering of the light. 

However, when the butler states that he should bring both him and Karl to Wachter, Beren says, "This one has had too much to drink, and can't even stand on his own feet. Should he not be taken to his rooms?" He pointedly loosens his hold on 'Karl', letting Nivi do her best to appear as drunk and semiconscious as she can. "Or shall I continue carrying him?" He doesn't sound pleased with the idea, but isn't about to let the butler try supporting the 'drunk'. 

Whatever happens, he follows the butler into the room, and takes everything in blankly. However, when his gaze comes to rest on Lady Wachter, the light behind the mask flickers angrily. His first emotion being anger as this woman has taken Nivi's appearance, but when she speaks, the light dies back as he takes a moment to process what he's seeing and hearing. 

Insight: 17

"What are you playing at?" Beren growls, the light behind the mask flaring up again in anger. "Show me your real face, Wachter." 

If his earlier attempt at getting 'Karl' to his room failed, he'll proceed to forcefully place Karl/Nivi in one of the couches before turning and looking at Wachter once again. "I didn't come here to play games. I came here to return your drunkard son so that he stops harassing everyone around him. I don't appreciate you stealing the face of my newest comrade, and I've had enough manipulation for one day." He crosses his arms, standing between the Not-Nivi and Real-Nivi/Karl. Clearly this woman has spies, otherwise how would she have found out the nicknames Nivi came up with for Argual and Bluto? Which means that she could already know their plan. Hopefully this wasn't over before it started, but he wasn't about to go along with whatever it was Wachter was trying to accomplish by taking Nivi's face. 

Well, his anger is back now. Not only do they know that Wachter took the bones, but now he's left to wonder if she was the one who arranged for Bluto to sacrifice Luvash's daughter too. 

Spy-der Perception: 18.(19)

Despite his mind more frequently than not drifting to thoughts of ancient songs with a peculiar frequency, the fact remained that the songs helped more than any might expect in maintaining a certain degree of focus for Jack. Sort of like a mantra spoken or thought during deep meditation, or the thrum of war drums to rile up some outlander tribe right before some engagement. Yet even as alert he may be while hiding among the forest Nivi called a hairdo, and possibly spying something of interest before all is seated, short of Nivi tensing up and sending warning vibrations to Spy-der Jack, his own view point would be too limited to see the lady Wachter. Not without risk of moving just a wee bit too much and drawing attention to himself.

Although even then, it wasn't as if there was much he could do. Not just yet, at least...

Nivi Perception:  20 (dirty)

She almost laughs outright when she sees the apparent clone of herself but manages to retain Karl's inebriated demeanor and shuffle.

Gotta respect the game this one has.  Wachter.  Or maybe we're looking at Strahd himself for all I know.  Wonder why they have it out for me in particular, first framing me out by the lake with Bubbles and Arabelle, then obviously spying on us to know all my little nicknames?

She starts a mumbling grunt, words slurred and stinking with the alcohol she has rubbed around her mouth.  "Not my... mum... elf?"  She wants to make sure that Beren realizes that this cannot possibly be the true form of Karl's biological mother, at least, given that Karl is human.  But then she is gratified to and reassured when she realizes from the shining knight's words that he has figured this out as well.  She slouches disgracefully on the couch in relief.

Course, my real mum is in fact an elf.  Can just picture her expression at this mess.  Maybe shoulda gone with Prophet's plan after all...

Perception: 8

With Moira - 

When she finally speaks up in response before returning to Karl, her words are met with the weightless, yet burdensome lack of a reply. As if the words they might say in response were simply too heavy, the world upon Atlas' shoulders, yet at the same time the soulless she spoke to, only a pair  in the end, held no reaction. There was neither anger nor sadness. No offense taken nor given. They simply looked at her, utterly devoid of reaction. And in the most powerful monotone, a few words eeked out, completely dry in their saying.. Then let it come quickly. though they did not elaborate. Nor did they get up or sound any alarms. They did not seem threatened by, nor threatening to Moira. She may even believe they only looked in her direction because she was there, and it was more interesting than whatever they had been looking at before. 

Karl himself continues to mumble periodically in time with his body shifting in the natural response to get more comfortable. Moira could glean bits and pieces, that it involved the boys father, and his mother talking about said father constantly. Gone... 

Beren would have noted that at his explanation, the Butler in the shadowed hood did not seem to care.. or at-least, was not surprised before they had both been ushered in.

Why Beren... this is my real face! she said with horror to the accusation, and though Beren technically had no face to speak of, the tension in the room coming from him was enough that after a few moments, she sighed, realizing there was no point to the game. And with a flash, it changed from the youthful, crimson headed elf, to an middle aged human woman. Hair of something between brown and black, held up in a nobles fashion, her face gaunt in some places but not so much as to be ugly, and she likely used to be fairly appealing to some tastes. And one might say her skin was the color of certain Drow, though she held none of the half-elvish traits, leaving her to appear as a dark human, though not black.

Her face set in an expression that brokered no questions, she stared now at Beren neutrally. There you go, Avatar. Satisfied? But I do thank you for returning Karl.. And I expected as much a her head shifting to the boy. I was in the middle of telling him and his brother of just how wonderful of a father they had.... but they're at that age that they want to hear nothing of what their parents have to say and lash out in various ways. They will get over it eventually. she says with a genuine sigh, accompanied by the frown of a caring parent. But I am not your enemy.. Avatar.. or Beren. I know not which you prefer... Atleast not at the moment. she said, her tone drifting in the windy manner nobles and aristocrats tend to. 

Wachter shifted in her seat, getting comfortable, sipping from her glass breifly as she rolled the wine in it to a weak whirlpool. Though she always kept her poise.. to the point even Nivi might be impressed with the way the woman moved, so slightly, yet with such purpose and adroitness that she hardly seemed to move at all - though Nivi would recognize it as the 'highborn' way, trained from birth to do so, and practiced through life.

It was about now that everyone in the party within the house would notice the slight shuffling of a shadow from behind the door not far from them all, in the corner of the room in the same area just north. Though it was hard to tell who, what, or what they were doing there.. someone was at-least on the other side.

Her attention finally returning to Beren.

Now, Beren. To business, I suppose. If you have not already figured it out, I had had you and yours watched. As I and my family before us has always watched those who come in from beyond. And I have a job for you, if you are willing... her free hand waiving dismissively, as if the idea of Beren not being willing was ridiculous on it's face. My master, Strahd, wishes for the Burgomaster to be replaced. Seeing as you have saved his girl... my original plan has gone quite.. poorly. Strahd wishes for the burgomaster Luvash to be dealt with, and for me to take his place. Afterall... I have been a most faithful servant.

And though you thwarted the first plan, this creates a unique opportunity.. for he .. more or less trusts you now. And the blade most trusted, sinks deepest within the spine. Moira would likely have felt a chill go through her spine if she had been here to hear this. I'm sure we can come to some agreement.. she says, though her words are laced both with friendship, and a threat. The threat Beren could feel like the hairs on the back of his neck standing up... if he still even had such.

Beren's demeanor doesn't change, nor does his current posture aside from a slight lowering of his chin as Wachter speaks of her sons. There are things he would have liked to say, but he held his tongue for the time being, whether out of habit or out of the fear of incurring her wrath too early. Upon noticing the shadow at the door, the light behind the mask flares a little, but to those around him this reaction could simply be an indication of his growing irritation.  It seems Jack's observation was right concerning Eva's foretelling. At least, that's what this woman's words were alluding to. Whether or not she is the one mentioned in the foretelling, she's made it clear who she works for.

As the half-spoken threat causes his skin to prickle and the hairs of his neck to raise, the ever-raging fire within him also flairs up, causing the light behind the mask to glow even brighter. This combined with that familiar ache in his chest causes him to hesitate in answering, for fear of simply unleashing his anger and ruining any chance of gaining further information from this encounter. 

"What have I to gain from this?" He says, his own voice barely masking his anger. Wachter has all but admitted that she was the one behind framing Nivi for the attempt on Arabelle's life, which alone would have ruined any chance of Beren considering the woman's offer. Throw on the fact that she is working for the vampire, and there is no chance of Beren going along. He doesn't even want to pretend to be interested, but right now he needs to focus on getting Nivi and Jack out of Wachter's sight so they can do what they came here to do. 

So, he turns his head towards the door where the unidentified individual is lurking outside the room. His right hand drops to the pommel of his sword as if he's preparing to draw the weapon. However, instead of doing so he says in a low, still irritated voice, "Who is outside that door? I'd assume it is one of your household, but even so, I do not feel that this conversation is one that should be overheard." The light flickers as he says this, and he is clearly ready to attack whatever or whoever seems to be eavesdropping. More than likely whoever it is is just a member of the Wachter household, since as Nivi stated earlier, it would be difficult for anyone to infiltrate the manor. Still, even if the individual is there by Wachter's order, he wants the woman to know that he is aware of the person's presence.

As he speaks, he takes a step in the direction of the door, just in case this is someone who isn't supposed to be there. Perhaps he can get on her good side without immediately agreeing to help with her plan--at least temporarily.  

As Lady Wachter reverts to her (apparently) true dusky human form and references "my master Strahd," Nivi/Karl grunts and mutters drunkenly.

"Total buzz-shkill, tha guy..." she/he offers helpfully in a resentful mumble, slurring her words, looking as if she/he is about to throw up.

"Head hurtsh shome. Ah..."  Voice barely audible, she looks like she makes a half-hearted attempt to rise, then collapses back down into her seated slouch.

"Room... bed..."  Nivi/Karl appears completely unable to reach these destinations on her/his own in her/his current state.

(Nivi is hoping that Lady Wachter is sufficiently focused on Beren and on his questions and responses to her proposition that she pays little attention to her disgracefully drunk son, and calls a servant to take her/him to Karl's room to avoid further embarrassment).

Nivi give me an insight check, I'll suss out the details later))

Nivi Insight:  11

She wonders whether there is any need to continue the charade.  Probably one lady who can cast Disguise Self can recognize another doing so.

(heh in this case, you said something that gave away the pooch a bit. But i'll update when i can, probably tomorrow)