Da'raki sat down across from his mother and took the tea with a sigh.<span style="color: #ff4d4d">"I haven't known what else to do. I was always told to look after my family and so that's what I've been doing because I haven't know what else to do."</span>He sipped the tea and nodded slowly.<span style="color: #ff4d4d"> "I understand. You won't see me again unless you specifically call for me. I'll try to make myself useful around the village and possibly find a friend."</span><br/><br/>Nyarien growled and flicked the cork at Leena.<span style="color: #b30000"> "I am not. For a mortal he has a surprising amount of Highborne wine when it shouldn't exist."</span>"This is my winery, Nyarien. I made that wine here."<span style="color: #b30000">"Impossible. This bottle is older than you."</span>Nyarien seemed to force herself to eat but she didn't verbally complain, just drank more. "You don't need to censor yourself, Leena. You're among friends and we all know about your quirks."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>