Trillen followed them down the long hallway. His head was done, but that didn't mean he missed much. He had the art of looking at things without looking at them almost down to a science. It really wasn't that hard. You just had to look out of the corner of your eyes. Leastwise, he never found it that hard. The dining hall was crowded and the noise level would have probably shocked a slave less experience than he. All he did was take a quick look around. He had shaken his head at Lord Lyons's words before they had entered the great hall. There were no questions for him. He would not eat until his masters had been attended too. He would only take what he could get. Either by snatching off a try without anyone noticing or the tablescraps. He understood what the Lyons family was offering him. He really did. But he wasn't going to take them up on the offer. Word got around quickly among servants and slaves and he knew that if he so much as took something without stealing it first so to speak, tongue would wag.<br/><br/>That didn't mean he couldn't give the appearance and have those tongues wag for a different reason.<br/><br/>The dais was just a little higher than Trillen would have liked, but he blended well enough into the shadows. He knew that this meant almost anyone could watch him and he probably wouldn't be able to tell. For him, higher level was not an advantage, but one he would work with anyway. He would just have to be on his best behavior is all.