[hr][center][b][h3]Aedthel[/h3]
The Night After Meeting[/b][/center][hr]
A long firebed burned in Aedthel's pavilion. The more prominent members sat along it on small wooden stools as servants brought them an assortment of thinly sliced foodstuffs, which were roasted over the coals and eaten with thin pasta called bué, and spiced oils.

Aedthel sat at the end of the pit, which was slightly bulb-shaped to accommodate the most prominent members, and the expected guests. He was enjoying himself, as the foods were light enough for him to cook and eat himself. Independence was a nice feeling for him. So too was the feeling of being surrounded by idle conversation. Tonight it was focused on the boy who halted the Holy caravan to deliver Arlanna's message, a situation that was worrying for Aedthel earlier, but now was quite amusing.

Aedthel smiled.
And just then, when he was content, his guests arrived. He gestured with welcome to their appointed seats, off to his left. Not so far as to dismiss their status, but not so close as to offend any of his own. Perhaps controversially, Arlanna's seat was closer to Aedthel than Kerenatam's was, a show of higher status.

Kinn stood, unraveled a small letter, and began to speak.
"Warm welcomes, my friends. I hope the time from the meeting earlier to now has seen you treated well, and I hope we can show you a better time here." Kinn pauses and grins, looking up at the guests. "The meal we have for you tonight will be served in our tradition: you will be presented with raw ingredients to cook at your leisure on the hearth in front of you, and bué and oils to season them with. After this, you will be presented with a savoury soup to end. It's light, but quite satisfying. I hope you enjoy."

[hr][center][b][h3]Suélad[/h3]
Current Time[/b]
[sub]The Time When pug's Post Happens, Whenever That Is[/sub][/center][hr]
The air under the canopy was cool and thick. It was a nice environment for Suélad, he appreciated the colder temperatures. It meant he got to wear his cozy wool cloak, which was currently slung over his shoulder to cushion his back from the bundle of firewood he carried. He was always given the menial tasks, but wasn't bitter about it. Everyone started somewhere.

He wandered a little further, and heard shouting. Some Carogact had taken something of theirs back, from what he could hear. He approached slowly, watching the squabble. He was riveted, watching the argument break out, but he couldn't tell you why. They were all so focused on the goat that nobody even so much as looked in his direction. Perhaps it was something to do with the feeling that comes with seeing while being unseen. 

Weapons were drawn. Suélad placed his bundle down, and climbed halfway up the nearest tree, shimmying as far along a bough as he dared. Nobody would think to look up in the commotion, and even if they did, there were a lot of branches between him and the ground. He figured he was safe enough. He lay on the bough and prepared for some afternoon entertainment.