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[indent][indent][indent][color=#b7b7b7]The heavyset oaken door groans open, the humdrum murmurs of the conversation beyond dying in the imminent presence of guests. [/color][b]Some of you managed to catch a little,[/b][color=#b7b7b7] but now it seems the Chamberlain’s full attention is on you all.[/color]

[color=#b7b7b7]His face is grave and drawn, intelligent pinprick eyes peeping out of a large rounded face. He gives a slight nod of the head as he makes his way over to the head of the table, pressing out the creases of his long heavy tunic. [/color]

[color=#b7b7b7]“I do apologise for not meeting you in person in the entrance hall. Things have been a little more hectic here then I’d like. Nevertheless, it is no excuse for bad manners. My goodness, have you not even been offered wine?” He raised his voice a little so that it reached the other end of the room, though his tone was still polite. From a smaller doorway hidden away in one corner of the room came a rush of young servants, busying themselves with pitchers and goblets. They offered you a choice of wine and beer, before rushing off to fetch you all a bowl of thick frumenty pottage that smelled spiced and herby. The scent of cooked game wafted past your hungry senses as a small haunch of venison was placed in the middle of the table to be eaten alongside. This was certainly a hearty starting meal a peasant would be lucky to see once in a lifetime.[/color]

[color=#b7b7b7]The tension eased off of Granlow’s shoulders as he settled into his role as host. Satisfied with the servant’s work, he himself carved up some servings of the meat and offered them to those who were interested in trying it.[/color]

[color=#b7b7b7]Now more relaxed, he eased into his seat and turned a friendly eye on each of you. “Mirrors of Bright Water, was it? Borin the Huntsman has said you were most instrumental when he was having trouble getting out to the Tanglewood. I do believe he learnt a thing or two himself out there. We wouldn’t be having such a fine meal if it hadn’t been for your help, you know.” [/color]

[color=#b7b7b7]“How have you all been finding your work these last few weeks?”[/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]