After dinner, there was a story-time of sorts. Tehvar read from a book out loud, voice soft and billowing like a cloud. It was a short story from before the time the demons took over, and it seemed to enliven everyone in the room.<br/><br/>Shandy and cider was passed around the room, each of his twenty something humans listening intently. Tehvar's storytelling voice was strangely hypnotic, making it hard not to pay attention. This story was about a young man struggling to do what he had to do to protect his home and his family. Most in the room knew that he chose his stories to be fitting for the current occasion, so many of them were looking at Amora, hope in their eyes.<br/><br/>Cook sat beside the Master of the room, picking at his nails and keeping his head down. It was strange: Tehvar reached out and touched the older man's shoulder tenderly, which made Cook look up and over, smiling tiredly at the young demon. There interaction was so strangely affectionate and familiar. It seemed that even Cook, disillusioned by the Young Master as he was, still cared for him.<br/><br/>The story came to a close, and Tehvar closed the old, worn book and looked straight at Amora, green eyes giving away nothing. Then he stood, the book under his arm, and bowed. "Goodnight, all."<br/><br/>After he had left, the merriment continued, drinks being passed around, games being played.