D'res released the breath he had held for a long moment giving him the seat freely though not taking any more words on the matter of food or drink. They had already given their orders, and he felt it wiser to keep a middleman away from his food. The last thing he wanted was for his padawan to be drugged, or him to be poisoned. He nodded however and let the man sit freely enough relaxing and extending good faith.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:orange">"I would imagine so, Darth Vader has been dead for eons."</span>He said with a light joke in his tone.<br/><br/>He didn't need to be a force user to know that this person had something on his mind.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:orange">"Greetings Titus, I am master D'res Var, this is my padawan Elaine."</span>He said giving a light bow of his head.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:orange">"We already gave our orders, but we are thankful for your kindness."</span>