With a smile Amron moves nearer his chair, taking up a bottle of wine and pouring them each a glass.  Leaning against the edge of the table he holds out a glass to her and says, "I'm glad, that balm is particularly good for burns.  As to the others, they come in when they get here, some earlier then others, our time is a little less formal then that."<br/><br/>Taking a sip from his glass he looks at her and says, "Before the others arrive I want to say this once more, what you did for me the other night is not a requirement of the title.  I would not want you to think that...ever."<br/><br/>Hardly are the words out of his mouth then two more of the thirteen come in through different doors and make their greetings, shaking hands with Amron and Lhurriel, treating her as if she had been one of them forever, though perhaps giving her a somewhat longer look over then the would one of their brothers.