Aerior looked at his food then at Stewards table. He nodded to himself, and slowly crept up from his small but elegant looking table. He then began to walk over to the Steward, but of course, having no reason to go any faster, he walked slowly until he arrived at the table. He looked at the mans companion, but without a word, he plopped himself down, and began to feast upon the meats that were provided. He ate fast, for there seemed an endless supply of food, or so he thought. Still, if he was invited to the Stewards table, he should act with manners.<br/><br/>"So, whose the Ranger?" He asked, his mouthful of meaty foods. While waiting for an answer he got up from his seat t go look around fora quick bit, but also, to find a place to go to the bathroom at.<br/><br/>He saw an eleven musician, and he made his way towards her. He asked,<br/>"My lady, where is the area for relieving myself?"  After she pointed into another building, he quickly made business, and went back to his seat at the table.<br/><br/>He sat down, waiting peacefully, noticing that it had only been a couple of minutes. He thought of his home up North, but continued to wait for a response.