Talia keeps a sharp ear tuned to the gathering. She picks up on the questions about Sya's unusual drinking habits. It's hard to keep a smile off her face, letting the rumors spread. They'll no soon enough. Sya's hand is warm in hers, slightly callused now that it had time to harden. "Honored guests, as per elven tradition I have sworn off drinking fermented beverages. Lord Sya has decided to join in my choice. It is my pride and joy to announce that Sya and I will be parents in about eight months time." The hall erupts in shouts of joy along side clapping and silverware on glasses.