The ceremony is beyond her comprehension as Tava looked on witnessing with the others that had been offered this  opportunity.   The language spoken by the prince was one she did not recognize.    It is clear by the end of it the prince is exhausted by what ever magic he had wrought in the ritual he had just done.<br/><br/>The two other that had been honor for doing a deed seem distracted.  The high elf had said something to one of the spear carrying guards.   The halfling in turn had seem to want to strike a conversation with the high elf.   It left Tava to merely observe and watch the king during the ritual performed.<br/><br/>Afterwards they would be ushered back to the courtyard where a low table has been setup for them and the high ranking  nobility to partake of a feast.   Tava has not the niceties of proper genial decorum of civilized people.  She would dig into her plate with fingers and partake of the drink with no restraint.  Obvious when such drink partly dribbled down her chin and splashed down over her bosom.    Nor the way she eats, as if it is her last meal.  As if the next one would not be forthcoming in the immediate future.    As you could take the warrioress out of the savage lands but not the savage lands out of the warrioress.<br/><br/>An absent from this feast celebrating whatever has been accomplish is the prince himself.