Terrance lifted a napkin and wiped his face as he swallowed and cleared his throat. Moving his plate aside, he propped his elbows upon the table. Head resting on his hands, he seemed to be specifically isolating Viloet's face that he might concentrate on his words, "First and foremost; no need to apologise. Rest assured, if your immediate presence were required, you would have been awoken. I run a loose ship: so long as all of your duties are complete and nothing of mine is destroyed, what you do on your own time is your own business. Second, I believe it is my turn to apologise. Grishka tells me yesterday's... 'outburst' left a poor impression. As you've no doubt learned, I am somewhat confused on the best way to approach that particular feature. Third, as you may or may not know, I own a trading operation. I'm expecting a guest mid-day and would like you to make an appearance. My library needs dusting as well. Considering your size, that should be enough for one day."<br/><br/>Geoffery and Grishka did not so much as flinch as Terrance went on. The former focused upon something that resembled a collection of news while the latter had finished making a plate for her small counter part. Though she clearly did not know how much a halfling ate, as she'd prepared a standard serving.