Ursalo was not such a voracious eater as the others. He took his meal more delicately, like the queen, taking small bites while his attention was focused on the room instead of the food. He noted the looks upon the elf faces, a sort of delighted and vindicated disgust, a confirmation in their minds that the treaty was a mistake and that they were dining with little more than beasts.<br/><br/>He spied Jera, his bright red hair like a beacon among the sea of pale heads. He seemed to be one of the few that were not speaking with revulsion, eyes bright and fascinated as they always seemed to be. Jera looked up and caught Ursalo's gaze, his face lit up with delight. The snake demon could not help but match his smile, remembering their promise in the corridor.<br/><br/>Ursalo looked away after Jera had, trying not to bring attention to their little dalliance but Ranuk noticed. He eyed the snake, not sure if he should be amused or aggravated. Ursalo merely looked back, completely unrepentant.<br/><br/>The meal continued, and Minas began talking to the royalty sat upon the table, making small talk, though her tone was sly and her choice of words so full of double meaning that every compliment sounded like an insult and vice versa. Her eyes flashed with triumph for every raised brow and confused stutter. She was positively jubilant over their subdued outrage.<br/><br/>"This is quite a fine feast," Minas said as she spared a lofty glance about the hall, "wonderful food, but what do you lot do for entertainment?"