[Color=yellow][b] The Golden Tooth, a celebratory dinner... [/b][/Color]

Dinner was coming along nicely, each dish being cooked to Lady Myrielle's exacting specification. She hummed softly as she drifted between stations, tasting this dish and that, complementing the cooks and their helpers. She smiled brightly as she tasted a particularly delectable dish of grilled lamb, before moving on to decide what drinks would be served to their guests. Her movements were graceful and seductive at the same time, as Myrielle seemed to glide through the pleasantly warm kitchens. To the kitchen staff, their new lady was a welcome and enjoyable change from the Lannister's of until recent.

Lady Cerenna too was present in the kitchen, helping her sister in law with the final food prep and tasting, as well as engaging the staff in polite conversation about anything that they needed to improve their jobs within the kitchen. The two women laughed and traded kind words among each other and the staff. The air had a pleasant vibe to it, as well as the intermingling scents of delicious food. Unbeknownst to either of the House Lefford ladies, a special ingredient had been added to the pork and vegetable soup that was to be served tonight. The young man quickly disposed of the three large earthen ware containers, before returning to his assigned duties of bringing the scraps to the livestock.

Now, it was time eat, to drink, and to enjoy pleasant conversation between guest and host. The food was brought forth, along with drink and a single lutist, the middle aged man sporting a fine leather doublet with a red metallic pin over his heart. What was more a surprise was to the delight of all, a large jug of vintage Arbor Red was found deep in the wine cellar, and twas Myrielle herself who found it. She poured the first cup to her husband, and then another to the honored guest, Ser Vikary. With joy in their eyes, and hope in their hearts, everyone began to eat the served dinner.

As the host and guests dined inside, a lovely lady made her rounds about the castle and it's fortifications. She smiled and chatted, all the while ladling out hot fresh soup to the guards on duty. Each guard happily took the warm meal, glad to have something to warm them up on this deceptively chilly night. No doubt the soup would be served soon inside, but more importantly was to ensure the loyal guards to both House Lannister and Lefford were well fed. The young lady finally finished her rounds, wishing the last group of guards a wonderful night, before she disposed of the bucket and ladle, and made her way to the livestock pens.

Dinner was delicious, with good wine to help wash it all down. The music was soft and pleasing to all in attendance, the middle aged man surprisingly skilled, even to Lord Lorimer himself. He had finished his second helping of soup, the taste almost seeming to be invitingly addicting. No doubt the cook was rather skilled, and he would need to bee rewarded. Lorimer looked at his lovely wife, smiling at her before stifling a rather large yawn. To his surprise, it seemed the yawn was infectious, for soon all were yawning and rubbing their eyes. He chuckled a little, turning to speak with Ser Vikary, when the music changed, from the warm happy tune to a slow and sad one. One he had heard many a time in stories of old. Yet, such a realization was too little too late. As Lorimer tried to fight off the creeping spectre of exhaustion and sleep, the dramatic melody of the Rains of Castmere lulled out from the lute.

The lutist put his instrument down, smiling inwardly to himself. "Milk of the Poppy, sleep well my patron and your guests. The Red Lion desires to speak with you all." He turned to the waiting staff members who were in cahoots with the Reyne Lord, speaking gently, as though not to wake a child asleep at night. "Bind them all. No killing. Hostages are off no use to our Lord if they are dead. Besides, this Lefford fellow and his family are good people. Bring them all, the guards too, to the great hall. Our Lord shall meet them there one they have awoken. Run along, I must continue to serenade our lovely guests to the Red Lion." With that said and done, the musician picked his lute back up, and continued to play, while his associates hurried to bind their captives and begin moving them to the great hall.