The Storyteller mentally raised an eyebrow at Arandur. He could have sworn the High Elf had flinched. The Storyteller had put that thought to 1 side by the time Arandur started talking though.
"Ho there, Friend! It is so very good to see you again!" the elf exclaimed.
"It's good to see you too, Arandur" The Storyteller said as he shook Arandur's hand.
"You have no idea how much I've yearned for your company" Arandur stated "Honestly, Sadron is dull as a brick in social situations".
"That may be true" The Storyteller chuckled "But never let it be said that he isn't a good listener. While we're on the subject, do you know where I might find the rest of the High Council? I'd like to say hello to them as well".
"They're coming" Arandur said quickly after looking around for Sadron and Erudessa "Want some tea? I brewed a splendid pot if I do say so myself. The tea leaves are the very best, transported directly from Sagia's finest herb farms. This pot is brewed in traditional style, since I think magic ruins the taste".
"Traditional Sagia grown tea?" The Storyteller said "Don't mind if I do".

The Storyteller took the cup and saucer offered to him and took a modest sip before pulling up a chair and sitting down next to Arandur to continue the conversation.
"So how was the journey?" Arandur asked "Did you meet any of the other champions yet?".
"Not yet" The Storyteller replied "Though I don't suppose that will be the case for long. As for my journey, it was about as uneventful as you'd expect from a day long walk on a road leading to High Council Hill. But enough about me. How have you and the rest of the council been faring? I trust Sadron didn't have too much trouble in dealing with the aftermath of my last visit?".