Valleus regard the Aos si's words, regarded them carefully.  As the only one who had not made a hostile gesture or a display of mettle, he was the least of Valleus' worries.  Though he understood the mystery of the Aos si.  He had been hiding his amazement at seeing one the whole time, only in stories his parents had told him before he went to sleep.<br/>"I've heard of your kind, folk of laughter, happiness and as you have said...whimsy.  You've no doubt sensed the Elven and Halfling blood in my veins, but I was never one for whimsy and I'm even less inclined to feed it now.  Even an Aos si can see the world around is changing, slipping into the nine hells as we sit around and feed our pride."<br/><br/>He returned to the hut, remaining in there for a few minutes.  When he came out, he had the stew and other cuts of meat ready.  He may have been short, and more slender than most men, but he carried the pot without breaking a sweat.  His fears certainly weren't for lack of strength, maybe lack of heart.<br/>"Eat.  Maybe over the course of the meal you shall all change your minds."