The Feast....6pm
Well groomed and presentable the Rangers are sat on benches around tables laden with food. It's in the main hall of the Garhound mansion, a large space lit by hissing fat lamps and oiled rush torches.
It's hard to hear anything but the people next to or opposite, with everyone shouting, laughing and boasting to their heart's content.
There's a top table, where the ruling family sit, with
Angelika in their midst,
Amara and Melock standing behind her as guards. There's other warriors on duty too. A handful of dour looking men, each marked by death and patrolling with keen senses.
Sat on their own table is a contingent of Lunar officers, officials and priests, their leader sat on the top table, two spaces from
Angelika, tonight's guest of honour. For the most part the Lunars are ignored, something they do in return, concentrating instead on their food and own conversations, though one, evidently a warrior by his own death rune and posture, seems to be watching the top table intently.
On the other hand the Rangers have been sat with the household warriors, who are interested in their exploits and for the most part hide their distaste for Praxians.
Amongst them all servants mingle, poring out large quantities of Ale and ensuring the food does not run out. The main course arrives with much fanfare...Roasted joints of Sable meat, a pointed barb at the Lunars present.