His keen Elven ears twitched as he listened to the hushed voices in the other room. Sometimes being an Elf had its advantages. Still, it was generally impolite to allude to the fact that he could hear others from far off, and always let them reiterate to him in person so as not to be appear like he had been eavesdropping. 

Other than the twitching of his pointed ears though, that was the only thing that would tip anyone off that he heard within the other room. His eyes stayed fixed on Rayadell however, when he was not bowing. "Yes, it's an honor to meet you." he told her. He appreciated her bow. If her tone was seen in a poor light by him, he didn't show it. He often let many things slide, for he was usually a fish out of water when it came to various peoples. 

He blinked and turned to see Mr. and Mrs. Carish to enter the room, and he gave them bow as well. "Oh, that'd be very nice. Thank you." he told them, his voice matching his demeanor, calm and respectful. He joined them at the table. The Elf pulled out a chair for himself next to Rayadell, though it was on the otherside of the table's corner. 

"Well, now that we're all here." Thea said, clapping her hands together. "Let us have some stew and allow us to get down to business after a full belly." Her smile was bright and her cheeks were rosy, and she began serving the stew in robust bowls with carved doves interconnected by their beaks and tail feathers. "Water?" she asked them, pouring a bit into glass cups and handing them to Rayadell and Calanon. 

Calanon glanced at Rayadell for a moment, wondering if she had a bit of Elvish blood in her as well, and what the significance of her being here was. He supposed he was about to find out.