Re: The Feast.
Caith watches the conversation escalate rapidly, but remains calm, even as the tension slowly builds within her, it is still coiled tightly like a snake yet to strike.
"Too much of a good thing can still kill ye..." Caith says pragmatically to Sir Turren, and produces a peach pit from her hood's bite marked ear with a mysterious air, then explains "...Poison hid within them. Nay much, but still enough in but a handful of them to kill cattle with the teeth to mill them down."
She pockets the pit with a contemplative air, shrugs, then offers a small wooden box to the knight as she sweetens the bite in her words with a jest "It is my business to know such things, in order to deal with them. 'Tis a wonder there's any space in my skull to keep all of it in at the best of times..."
Caith points at the box, and pulls out the crude but lifelike acorn cap carved into the side of the box, hidden in the pattern of oak leaves, causing the box to spring open like the halves of a scallop shell, revealing two smooth beeswax tablets hidden inside, and an wooden acorn capped stylus as the pin that held the two parts of the box together.
"Ye may find that of use to write down a reminder to nay eat all the peaches again, aye?" she says, with an impish gleam in her eyes that belies the graveness of her tone and solemnity of her expression.
Caith looks to Deise, says in utter seriousness "Hearthwarden needs both Alphail's eyes and yours to see what lies at the heart of a maze of lies and deceit. Nay add to his worries, aye?"
She exasperatedly adds in what is intended to be a jest, no matter how pointed it be "...Ye already have a King to add to the worries of all of your own, Deise. Adding to Hearthwarden's as well is just being greedy!"
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