<strong>Torven</strong><br/><br/>The Human nodded, "That might be a good idea.  Maybe it would be best to have dinner in tonight afterall,"  Torven turned toward the nearest exit, guiding Isulura out of the great hall.  As if reading her mind somehow, his steps turned toward a corridor that led to his room, such as it was.  She'd been entertaining him an awful lot, he thought as they walked.  It was his turn.  Maybe for dinner too.