Magne knows a hard situation when she sees one, and this is certainly complicated enough that she knows she can't just barge into it with the grace of a bull in a china shop. This requires a gentle hand with all parties involved, if she wants to avoid anyone's uneasy truces being broken.

With a small bow of her head, Magne starts toward the curtained doorway that leads upstairs toward her little home, only briefly stopping to let her bartender know to keep an eye on the place while she's gone. With the assurance that everything would be under their watchful eye, she continues upstairs.

It's a cozy affair that Erik will find himself in, warm lighting, broken-in furniture, drapery here and there and the wooden floor polished with only a nice little area rug breaking it up a bit, a low table and a few cushions arranged on the floor. A small shrine is set back into one wall, with drawings framed on the shelves, and a little plush and a figure placed nearly under a couple of the portraits. Magne passes this to go into her little kitchenette to prepare some tea to sip while they talked.

"Perhaps you can start with how this involves dear Max, since you said that was the crux of all this."