[@Hawlin]
"Right! Pardon..." said another voice.
Everyone looked up to see who it was.
A blonde knight set a jug on the table and procured a letter. "Such [i]grand[/i] invitations don't come often," she said, allowing herself a light chuckle at the end. Then she placed the letter on the table and gestured to a seat. "May I?"
Sadron nodded. "You must be that 'Jericho Kaite' who keeps popping up in my status reports. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Please, have a seat. We are just warming up. I'm sure Arandur would happily entertain you."
The corner of Arandur's mouth twitched down a bit.
Sadron chuckled, followed by a frown. [i]Arandur is quiet today.[/i] He bopped the elf on the knee with his staff, yielding a surprised squeak. Arandur slapped his hands on his legs and glared at Sadron. "Don't do that!" Then, turning to Kaite, he added, "My apologies. There's tea in the pot, brewed from the finest Sagian herbs. It's positively rejuvenating." He poured a cup and offered it to her.

"Have some?"