"Oh, they're catching up with some other friends." Jo'rashaad answered to Gallus. "Well...actually, this one does not know precisely where Colors is."

La'khay chuckled. "Colors? This one saw him drinking with a few women last night. She has a good guess where he might be."

Do'ajee let out a sigh. "Of course, that Argonian has no self restraint. Give him a few more years, and he'll have received claw marks across his face from every other woman in the clan. Personally, Do'ajee would rather swallow a thornbush."

"You're too hard on him." La'khay commented. "Have you considered that some of them might actually enjoy his company?"

Do'ajee crossed her arms. "Yes, and who cares how many he hurts along the way?"

Just as Ciinriel had said, it did not take long for the chefs to announce that the breakfast was ready, so the group could collect their meal at their leisure.