She seems to be quite pleased with his deference and flirtation, inviting him to a seat close to hers, which likely indicates a significant place of honor at her table. She then goes around the table, introducing the various fey, all of them nobility of various clans, the most notable she introduces as the Erlking, a massive figure, standing nearly nine feet tall, wearing a horned greathelm, and dressed in hunting leathers, though she heaps a fair number of titles upon him, including King of the Goblins, and Leader of the Wyld Hunt. The most reply he gives, to anything, throughout the night, is a slight nod of his head, never speaking, merely watching the crowd around him.<br/><br/>The party quickly settles into dinner, a lavish, seven-course affair, each dish more ostentatious than the last, with the table filled with storytelling, Leanansidhe encouraging each guest to share a story of theirs, to entertain those assembled, though she doesn't ask this of the Erlking, and saves Caiphias' turn until last, just as the final dish, a delicate pastry that looks so fragile a stray breeze could blow it away, standing nearly half a foot tall, and shaped into a rough likeness of the person it's delivered to, is brought out. "So, tell us, Sir Knight, where have your adventures led you,t his past several months?"