<strong>Location</strong>: Feasting Hall<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: Void/Chorgath/Jubal/Vali<br/>Howls tosses a two-finger salute to Jubal as the other man approaches their little knot of conversation.  The Lunar's been here the past few days, perhaps as long as Jubal himself or perhaps longer; while Howls had expressed a certain startled surprise that a Dragon had been invited, he didn't have more comment than that and had been contented to live and let live.  "You finding everything okay, Realmer?" he asks quasi-cordially, now starting on his second cup of wine.<br/><br/>Samaro's gaze flicks down to the small thing not far from the reclining woman's legs, and the wan smile on his face becomes something more genuine.  "Hello, little one," he says lightly, squatting down to address the chalcotte as its keeper gives it attention.  "How do you like this place?"<br/><br/><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Feasting Hall<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: Elias<br/>As innocent as he appears, Elias remains downright handsome, if not outright beautiful.  The fact that he's not covering up very much of that physique of his solicits a number of stares from the halls' attendants-- some surreptitiously intrigued, some self-conscious and pleased for the attention, and some who catch the note of hunger in his eyes and make themselves busy elsewhere.<br/><br/>Iori, for her part, has been... sulking is probably the right word for it.  She's got a cup of wine in one hand, but she's not tasted since Elias moved to join her; that's probably because she's been talking in a low monologue since he joined her.  Over the past several minutes he's learned that there's such a thing as a Court of Orderly Flame, that it's a non-sanctioned organization of fire elementals throughout the South, and that she's probably here because this Anjushri woman wants to co-opt their organization to do something.  "It figures," she goes on, mostly regarding the room while she shoots him looks for agreement.  "The Realm was never helpful.  The Witches were never trustworthy, and the Lawgivers aren't organized enough to be helpful.  Little bits of support, here and there, but soon as some other great project catches their attention, off they go.  It's just my luck that at least half the Chosen here are Helltouched.  The Bodhisattva keeps pretty strange company, doesn't she?"<br/><br/>She lingers on the thought for a moment.  "Speaking of which," Iori says slyly, looking Elias's way, "who sent you here in their place?  You obviously aren't one of Anjurshi's pets, so that means you have one of those letters on hand..."