Alyson turned around and headed back into the dining hall to be among friends. She took her place next to Lazheros again and noticed her plate looked much lighter than she thought. Crumbs lead to inconspicuous trail to the kurori sitting next to her.

Madeous collected his thoughts once more and sat down again, "Lord Irzen, the offer you suggested last night at the tavern? I've decided to take up that offer and see what becomes of it."

Irzen looked at Madeous in pure shock, "You have? If you don't mind my asking, what changed your mind?"

Madeous gestured towards Alyson with his free hand, "Even my niece is wise beyond her years on certain things."

Even Willow appeared to be surprised by this reversal.

"Fair enough," The Swordsman called aloud, "War Scribe, Chronicler of Validor, I summon thee for you have knowledge I seek."

"FINALLY!" War Scribe appeared with her tome and quill pen in hand, "Someone cared to PROPERLY summon me!" The Drowling turned towards Irzen, "What knowledge do you seek, Lord Irzen of Naermon Nithren."

Irzen directed War Scribe over to Madeous, "My friend here seeks knowledge."

War Scribe raised a skeptical eyebrow at Madeous, "Well?"

"I said, I've decided to take up your offer. I didn't mean in the middle of breakfast in the home my friend, Lazheros." Madeous gave him a stern look. "Knowledge can wait for now, and you, chronicler have all the time in the world. So, why don't you get something to eat and join us."

"Okay!" War Scribe hunched her shoulders nonchalantly, placed her book and pen upon the dining table and proceeded to load up a platter of food.

"Forgive my enthusiasm," Irzen casually mentioned before he returned to his meal.

Seri sat next to her mother and between Neven with her plate of eggs, potatoes, and fruit. She was hungry but not on the level that the thief was and giggled from time to time.

Neven steadily ate and munched his way through his meal. The Thief was hungry and made absolutely no bones about it.

Madame Mabel eyed the young thief chowing down next to her daughter, "Slow down, laddie. Enjoy ye food. Savor it, 'don inhale it."

Neven nodded in agreement and began to slow the pace of his eating.

Caliaphy nearly cleaned Alyson's plate of pastries when the elementalist grabbed her hand, "And now, you can replace what you've helped yourself of, Caliaphy. That food was for me not you. Go on now."

"Awww!" The kurori sighed in protest. "But...but...they were getting cold."

Caliaphy looked at the Bronze Man for support and found none as he had witnessed her eating them one by one until she got caught. "You're on my side, right Bronze Man?"

"Oh no, small one. I most certainly am not." He chuckled, "Listen to what Alyson asked you to do, Caliaphy it is only fair."

The kurori grumbled in defeat with the odds stacked against her. Taking Alyson's plate over to the food table, she filled with pastries just like the ones she'd eaten moments before.

"Hey!" Alyson watched Caliaphy closely, "Refill the plate, not refill your stomach. That's enough. Thank you."

The kurori brought the plate of pastries back over to Alyson. "Here you go, Alyson. See they reappeared. Teeheehee!"

"Thank you, Caliaphy." She took the place and set it in front of her.

"Ooooh! The high elf is here too. I'm gonna go say hi," Caliaphy giggled as she trotted around to the far end of the table with a big smile on her face looking at the ranger. "Hi there!"

"Hello, Caliaphy, how are you doing this day?" Willow pleasantly smiled at the Kurori.

"I'm fine. You're cute." She said completely ignoring what just transpired in the dining hall.

"Thank you," Willow laughed, "And you are very beautiful, Caliaphy. Have you been enjoying this feast?"

The Bronze Man tapped the table but kept quiet, while Alyson just glared at the swordsman, "Seriously? In the middle of breakfast?"

"Are you angry because I brought business to the breakfast table?" Irzen asked both The Bronze Man and Alsyon, "Or are you angry because I summoned War Scribe to the breakfast table? If the former is the case, then I apologize for mixing business with pleasure. If the latter is the case, then I must remind the both of you that were it not for War Scribe we would not have been able to sneak into The Black City and rescue you and Serna from Venger. War Scribe is a member of our company, Alyson, Bronze Man, she has every right to be here as much as anyone else. And considering the fact that you owe your freedom to her, Alyson, maybe she has more right to be here than any of us."

War Scribe scooted herself into a chair next to Irzen, plopped herself down along with a platter of food piled nearly a foot high with different meats, poultry and fish. The Drowling looked at both The Bronze Man and Alyson and added, "Yeah! Whatever he said." And then she proceeded to eat.