[i]"I see you three plan on giving these champions of yours a warm welcome to the hill."[/i]

Arandur flinched. [i]So he doesn't know yet.[/i] He turned and gave the Storyteller his brightest smile, choosing not to respond yet to his comment about Sadron's task. "Ho there, Friend! It is so very good to see you again!" He took the man's hand and clasped it for a firm shake. "You have no idea how much I've yearned for your company. Honestly, Sadron is dull as a brick in social situations."

A quick glance around the hall revealed that Arandur was the only High Elf present at the moment. "They're coming," Arandur said quickly. "Want some tea? I brewed a splendid pot if I do say so myself. The tea leaves are the very best, transported directly from Sagia's finest herb farms. This pot is brewed in traditional style, since I think magic ruins the taste." He offered a cup and saucer to the Storyteller and took another for himself.

Arandur crossed his legs and took a long sip. "So how was the journey? Did you meet any of the other champions yet?"