[color=00aeef]"Ah, venison!"[/color] Carver said happily. He quickly grabbed a portion and put it on his plate. And just as quickly, he began cutting it. [color=00aeef]"Do you think the monks hunt it themselves? Or are they the sort that hate doing the hunting themselves?"[/color]

Carver stabbed a piece of the venison with his fork and began chewing it, speaking between mouthfuls. [color=00aeef]"I've been to a couple of temples who order hunters to do it. You would think they would prefer to kill the animal, so they could bless it after. But who am I to say?"[/color]

Carver looked around the room, and all seemed to be quiet. [color=00aeef][i]Tough crowd.[/i][/color] Carver shifted his view to the venison, which was the sole focus of his attention. He had been running for quite a while, after all. [color=00aeef][i]It's a shame that this is the first time I'm meeting with them, in all my years as Tyrannus.[/i][/color] 

[color=00aeef]"Well then, let's get this diplomatic meeting on the road, shall we?"[/color] Carver slid his plate away, finished with the venison. [color=00aeef]"Correct me if I'm wrong, but we're calling this to discuss the validity of this alliance, correct?"[/color]