[center][img] https://i.imgur.com/5ILCycx.png[/img][/center]
[hr]

This was now the third time Éliane had been invited to a grand Edrenian banquet. She had to admit that she was slightly apprehensive about it; her track record for attending such meals hadn’t been that great. The first time had been assaulted by a Valheimian crack force and diplomatic team had nearly died to a man for it; the second time had resulted in a very awkward family reunion that very nearly had food thrown across the table. Admittedly, Éliane had done little to help the situation, as annoyed with Galahad’s dad she was at the time… 
Éliane was pretty sure the silverware that she had walked out with was still in Goug’s wagon somewhere. 

Her eyes ran over the food in front of her. It was the Edrenian fare that she had come to expect when hosted by nobles, with delicious roasts, rich wine sauces, and hearty sides. Best of all, of course, was the coffee, and she made sure to consume a lot of the delicious, divine liquid. The pink-haired Skaelan was content to simply eat, drink, and half-listen to the conversations between the Demets and the rest of the Kirins –or at least some of them, given how quiet the Ospreyan members of the party seemed to be at these Edrenian events. She added her own comments here and there, but Éliane wasn’t truly a committed conversationalist here.

That said, seeing Rudolf’s change in behavior since returning here gave Éliane a funny idea in her head that eventually made her lean towards the man that she had been bumming stories off of since coming here, a grin on her face. 

“So… Given you’ve known Rudolf quite well over the years, you must have some fantastic stories about him, Lord Wulfric…”