It certainly didn't take long for Rohwik to ready himself for dinner. He rarely put himself completely into prettying up for anyone unless it was a situation that called for a scrutinous eye. (Usually in the cases involving the royal court. There would be serious demerits should anything be amiss amongst the ranks.) The extent of his change was dusting off his pantaloons and changing out for a new, hopefully clean, tunic. Rohwik didn't bother fussing with his hair. It was generally a tangle red mess and he liked it that way. It was less maintenance heavy that way.<br/><br/>He joined his band quite quickly, giving a large grin to William whom he had recently disregarded earlier. Greeted by an unimpressed roll of eyes, Rohwik took his seat before his young companion. Lord Corsair had informed them Lhurriel would be but a moment and took it upon himself to make certain it was so, leaving the royal escort to chatter amongst themselves.<br/><br/>"How did you find the Lord's industry?" Kaeden asked the two who had gone.<br/>"It was absolutely amazing, Kae!" replied Hawk enthusiastically, his childish glee shattering all formalities between subordinate and superior, "He has a completely intricate system that practically mass-produces the magicycles!"<br/><br/>Kaeden smiled at his overly-excited friend. He glanced over to William wanting to know what he had thought of the excursion as well. William wasn't half as excited over it as Rohwik had been.<br/><br/>"It was a learning experience, most certainly." he added quite calm and collectedly, "Though, I believe the highlight of the tour was Lady Lhurriel's personal vehicle."<br/><br/>On that note, Rohwik shot off again, running on about how Lhurriel handled the savage beast in the most skillful manner. He continued on about the details of Lhurriel's newfound love, (of course he wouldn't admit his underlying desires to call that mechanized beauty his own.) William had turned the rambling fool out while he waited patiently for the meal to get underway, the other two of their company were actually quite interested in what Hawk had to say. (One of the fewer moments.)<br/><br/>Unfortunately, (or not so unfortunately depending on how one looked at it,) Rohwik was cut short in his tale-telling when Lhurriel took her place next to him and Sir Kaeden. Silence filled the room as the men looked on at the transformed beauty. Ghestin nearly choked on his sip of water when Corsair approached with the lady on his arm. The awestruck silence crashed to a halt when Lhurriel's mirth spilled into the room.<br/><br/>Her questions were expected of a woman, but even so, few men took it upon themselves to answer. (Poor Kaeden also finding himself taken aback by how different - most certainly for the better -- not that there was anything wrong with her in the first place -- of course.) 'Hell hath no fury,' as they say. Should any of them say the wrong thing he was sure to remain on the bitter end of the stick throughout the rest of the journey. Needless to say that Hawk was not one of the few with the brains to keep his mouth shut.<br/><br/>"I can certainly tell you one thing. William would sure find -" Rohwik nearly bit off the end of his tongue before he could finish. William had kicked him in the shin beneath the table before he could proceed with his bit of information.<br/>"Find that the dress is quite astounding." William said quickly, recovering the dropped sentence, "I would be correct in assuming that it was custom made?" he finished after nervously clearing his throat and completely ignoring Rohwik's pain distorted face. Normally the squabble between the two would be found amusing, but for some reason, it went practically unnoticed