"Ah, you honor me with your words Mr. Lazarus. There was a time in my life where such hosting would have been on a much grander scale, but the primitive people of Myrken Wood are not without their merits either. I find them to be a noble and resilient people, I am impressed daily by their stance against the troubles that test their fortitude. They have lost much and yet they do not leave, they remain and become stronger for it, ready to face the next challenge. They are lucky to have such a thoughtful Governor to lead them. Perhaps it was the work of your God." A tiny hint of a smile crept to his lips at that, the Councilor clearly thinking for a brief second or two before he continued.
He'd respond to the request to leave for the tour now and he'd bow his head slightly in agreement before getting up as well, moving for the entrance to the tent where he'd draw the flap back for the other man. "Of course. I would hate to let idleness come to your hands for too long, though I would be lying if I were to say that I hadn't enjoyed spending time in your company." He'd wait for the other man to pass through the entrance before he'd step out as well, noting that the fruit seemed to be having the intended effect. As Lazarus would step from the tent he might notice that a few of Berdini's foreign workers were lingering about a nearby station that one could assume was for first aid as a wood and leather litter was resting there near the men. One of them seemed to be a bit surprised at the pair that emerged from the tent, an eyebrow lifted towards the Councilor, though a sharp look in his direction seemed to have both men off busying themselves doing something else.
"Mmm, that's a rather complicated question Mr. Lazarus. What drew you to my camp I wonder?" He'd smile again, looking back at Lazarus. "I believe it was a sense of duty. I could have gone on for the rest of my life managing a theatre and performing my act, but there was a need for a Councilor of the Arts, someone who could bridge the way between the other performers and artists. A certain refinement is involved in a task like that and it's one that I believe the Governor recognized that I had. How could I turn away from a town in need? No I couldn't, could I?" He'd pause then considering what the other man said about secrets. "Oh on the contrary actually, think about art for a moment if you will. A great artist rarely reveals his finished work until it is complete. A bard might hole himself up in his room or a quiet clearing as he works on a new song. A painter locks the door to his studio until the painting is complete, and something as grand as this well... I like to consider it something as a sculpture crafted by the hands of many. I think while the Governor had the vision he will be as surprised as the rest of the population at it's magnificence once it's complete. But I elaborate far too much, a performer's tongue I'm afraid. Come, I will show you about."