Servants were just putting the food on the table when the trio arrived in the dining room. The larger table used for larger gatherings was pushed to the side and a smaller one was presented. It was long enough for a dozen people, but only three chairs were put out. One on either end, and then a third on the right side of one of the ends. It was obvious who was to sit where, and the food was being laid out accordingly. All of it looked normal, but special care was being put in to the placement to ensure that the food laid out for Galos and the food for Karie was separate. The closest thing to what was being laid out on the table was the feasts that Karie was treated to after he blood was drawn. But this was more exquisite to say the least. It seemed Galos pulled out all of the stops for his sire.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"This is the first time that my chefs have worked with Tal'ren blood, my Lord,"</span>Galos said, walking down the table to his and Karie's chairs.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000"> "So please forgive any inconsistencies. We have not drained enough for them to properly experiment with it while still keeping a supply for fermentation."</span><br/><br/>The sire took his seat without replying right away, getting himself comfortable as a pair of servants -barely on their feet- were offering him up choices of wines to drink from.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">"It is quite alright, Lord Saryn,"</span>the sire said, picking a bottle from one of their hands and setting it on the table. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff00">Any household who manages to claim a Tal'ren is expected to go through growing pains."</span><br/><br/>As the lunch began, the two took their time eating, using food as more of a point to catch their breath during the conversation instead of the main reason for them to be conversing. Despite Galos' best efforts, the conversation stayed largely away from Karie and the Tal'ren bloodline. Instead, they discussed politics and occurrences that had happened since the two last spoke, which seemed to be quite a long period of time. Unlike any other time that Karie ate in Galos' presence, both Galos and the sire was eating their fill as well. Whatever the reasoning behind it would surely have to wait if she was bold enough to ask later.<br/><br/>But finally, the meal began to wind down, as dessert was brought out with accompanying wine. It was then that Galos attempted once more.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"As I said in my letter, my Lord, there is much I apparently do not know when it comes to Tal'ren blood,"</span>Galos said, taking a sip of the wine.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"For instance, barely a fortnight ago, after consuming it fresh multiple times, I lost my wits and fell to.... baser urges. As of yet, my men have yet to find the reasoning behind this, partially due to how... exotic the blood is and partially due to rationing of samples. Perhaps you could fill in the gaps in my knowledge?"</span>