<strong>Torven</strong><br/><br/>"Maybe . . . dinner?  Definitely," Torven said quietly, starting to really relax for a bit, "Your plac,e mine, or the main hall?"  He was a pretty good cook, the chefs were alright.  Or there was going out.  It had been a while since he'd eaten away from the Temple.  The Knight sighed softly and settled down into his seat, just letting the sensation of Isulura's kneading hands take over.