Lord Vladimir doesn't seem to have anything that is magical.

((No I don't believe you were given any. Which is actually my mistake since the original note SHOULD have a description but I forgot to give one))

Retcon: The noble in question is a high elf with short blonde hair and blue eyes. He hails from the very stuck up Silversurge Family. Roll History to learn more about the Silversurges.

Vladimir responds, "Yes of course! That can be arranged." He looks at the rain hitting the windows and adds, "Say, it is quite late and very stormy outside. The forest is very dangerous at night. Why not experience the Drow tradition of discussing one's day over a table of warm food? I will arrange for you to meet my honored high elf guest at the table and you can discuss your business over it like Drow tradition." He continues, "I have many empty bedrooms that I can get my servants to prepare for you while we eat. Please, I insist you stay the night"

Also I'm going to need an Insight check from everyone.

History: 15

Insight: 13

The Silversurge name feels familiar but you can't quite put your mind on where it is you've heard it before.

Val History: 5

Val Insight: 7

Val, you notice the Lord sneaking glances at Runt.

When they move between rooms Val approaches Runt and he whispers in her ear 

“I think he likes you. He can’t stop to look at you” 

Despite the apparent innocent comment, even playful the look in the Druid eyes has the warning implicit. 

"I wouldn't want to put you out of your way. A temporary shelter for now has been plenty of hospitality." Elsara replies. Whilst the idea of staying in a luxurious mansion sounds great, she would rather set about in her own comfy magic house. It's fun for her to work with, as is all magic, and she wouldn't be causing hassle for the servants. She thinks back and wonders if she had another bottle from Mr. Evans' wine cellar she could use it as a mighty gift for someone, it would definitely attract the attention of a nobleman, to say the least.

The Drow continues, "No please! I insist you spend the night. What would be great ancestors think if I were to let my guests go out into the dangerous forest at night? Please, you must stay the night."

Retroactive Checks:
History on the Silversurges: 4.

Insight: 18.
(Doing the insight at disadvantage since he's been actively avoiding meeting Vladimir's gaze, if this is what the insight in reference to.)

Every time Vladimir mentions Drow tradition Devarus cannot but flinch in response. He also still had been leery of meeting Vladimir's eyes, but caught enough of the sneer out the corner of his eyes to understand full well this wasn't his mother's type they were dealing with. The acceptance of this realization left him gritting his teeth behind tightly pressed lips for a bit before relaxing and sighing softly in defeat.

In the next breath, he musters the courage to finally meet the Lord's eyes proper, and with a very pleasant he politely suggests, "For now at least, Lord Vladimir, perhaps we can table the staying discussion for after dinner? For I'm sure with a good meal in our stomachs, we'll feel differently about staying."

(Deva because of past actions, you have advantage on the History check. Please reroll)

Vladmir seems to respond amicably enough. He does not fancy Deva very much because of the norms of his ancestors but because of these same norms, he will never let his inner disapproval get in the way of treating guests well... whoever they might be. He says to Deva, "Ah yes, you are quite right. Come! Let's not stand here and go to dinner. He walks down the stairs and comes to the party's elevation. He says, "Please, allow me to lead you to the dinner table." He looks towards one of the animated armors and commands it, "Please go fetch our other guest, SIr Victor Silversurge, to the dining hall." (OOC: If I haven't stated the name of the noble before, then that is another mistake on my part. The noble you are looking for is in fact named Victor Silversurge). The automaton walks up the stairs with loud steps while Lord Vladimir himself heads through the double doors on the western side. He waits for the party to follow.

History Advan-tahge: 21.

Deva: The name seems familiar. You're sure you've heard that family name somewhere while looking for rumors of elven ruins and elven heroes.

Elsara nods. She has learned about friendly declining from etiquette books in order to check the sincerity of one's hospitality. According to the tome, she should decline the stay once more to gauge how good of a guest they have, but she doesn't comment on it. The elven girl happily looks to the others. "Come on, let's not be rude." She follows after Vladimir, a slight skip in her step.

Oh, also checking for magic thingamabobs as the group follows Vladimir, mainly in case she spots something that would be an interesting conversation piece for later.

Devarus just breathes a sigh of relief before glumly following after the rest. Just as Vladimir would at least try to keep things amicable, so would he for the time being. But as the group is hopefully all following along, he tries to get close enough to whisper to Elsara, "Could you do me a bit of favor over the course of this meal, and try to learn what he knows of... of Drow culture and so forth? Please. I would do so myself, but..it would be easier for anyone but me."

The name of the other guest makes Val to start to smile but he stops and looks to the others to confirm that they had heard the same name. ¿Could be possible that they had a nice dinner under a very educated host and find their missing noble? Perhaps the good fortune has smile upon them for once. 

Runt keeps her guard up. She trusts nothing and this guy is creepy to her.

The party is led through a hallway decorated with paintings and a red carpet. The hall goes straight to a door with a split off towards the right near the middle. When the party reaches the fork, the lord says, "Ah this way!" as he takes a right turn. Going down the eastward branch of the hall it seems that this connects to the passage that the door on the other side of the stairs in the first room would have led to. Going halfway through the eastward hall he turns again and faces a door and says, "This way to the dining hall" and walks through it.

The dining hall is a large carpeted room. A long, expensive dining table, able to seat 10 people sits at the middle. The walls of the room are decorated with old tapestry. Above the table hangs a golden chandelier. There is a large set of double doors on the east wall of this room and a smaller door on the north wall. A pale elven maid enters the room from the double doors, carrying trays of food in her hands. She sets the food down on the table and returns to the room she came from for more. 

"Please, have a seat." Vladimir requests as he moves toward one of the chairs at the north end of the table. He pulls it slightly in a gentlemanly way and motions for Runt to sit.

How the room connects:

                     ==========Door===
                     =               =
                     =              Dbl
                     =  Dining      Doors
                     =  Rooom        =
                     =               =
=Door=               =               =             =Door=
=    ====================Dbl Doors==================    =
=                                                       =
=    ===============================================    =
=    =                                             =    =
You came through                               The other door
here                                      at the side of the stairs you didn't go through

Valwaryn does the same with a chair for Elsara to sit and then sits next to her. 

Devarus just kind of stands there close to the entryway into the Dinner, appearing to marvel at extravagant set up. He half-expected it for sure, but still held some doubts for such a manor out in the middle of literal nowhere. Then he looks to the pale elven maid looking just that bit more taken aback, if for a briefer stint of time. Not knowing the limitations of magical automatons, she appeared almost out of place in a way.

He startles a bit when Elsara at least sits, realizing he had zoned out for a second, and silently resolves to put off idle curiosity in favor of taking a seat next wherever Runt chose to sit.  Even if that meant sitting uncomfortably close to Vladimir in the process.