The High-Priest looked took the letter without blinking, opening it and reading it patiently. He chuckled lightly at the young Knight's impatience. "Ah." The High-Priest petted his long braided beard. "Just as I had expected... You may join us for a hot meal if you wish it, Ser Knight." He folded the letter gently walking down the steps of the tower. "I'm sure you are eager to see the Princess once more... but best to travel on a full belly, eh?" He laughed heartily. "You are a growing boy after all."
As he walked the last steps of the tower, Castitas ran to the High-Priest, hugging him eagerly. "Master, I made supper!"
The Elder remained silent for a moment or two, leaning towards Markus to whisper to him. "Er... You may want to skip the meal."
"Master!" Castitas gave a sour look. 
"Only jesting, no need to pout." He patted the young girl on the head before she bounced off. "I am glad that this is my last Supper... Come, Ser Knight, if you cannot stay for long, then let us pack you something to eat for the journey."