After doing his part to ensure the feast would end with a bang (multiple bangs, he hoped) Silas went to helping the others set up tables and chairs to accommodate the large amount of guests. The work was tedious but not all too difficult, although the surprising part was he was doing it; this was uncomfortable territory for the Rogue; rowdy taverns were one thing, hunting down a running mark was another, but being honored with a feast? The thought of it churned his insides and gave him butterflies at the same time (needless to say, he hated it.)<br/><br/><em><strong>Just breath, Silas. Breath. This'll all be over by tomorrow, things will return to how they were.</strong></em><br/><br/>A reprieve from the attention presented itself in the feast itself, which tasted as good as it smelled. What more could be said about the food Horo prepared beyond "exquisite?" The Kitsune had a knack for cooking, a talent that the Rogue all the more wanted to dip in when he had the chance to learn a thing or two about the culinary arts. Sitting between Oriana and Lydia, Silas kept himself oddly subdued in conversation, worried that any major commotion might set off the Gnomish time-bomb sitting a few chairs away; indeed, the pint-sized patrician's penchant for words already made the creature suspicious to him, along with the manic look their kind always seemed to have in their eyes.<br/><br/>Still, there was some revelry to be had, although it was done in the typical Silas way. Ribald jests were given in equal portion to Oriana and Lydia, the former for where she'll be sleeping that night ("<strong>if you need a partner for the night, you could sleep with me... And on me... And under me</strong>" Silas was quoted as playfully saying) and the latter with her most recent sexual conquest ("<strong>What did you <em>do</em> to the poor lad? Last time I saw a man that dazed he was hit with a mace</strong>" he teasingly asked.) The woman across the table from him, Marisa 'Mushroom', was given a much more 'polite' face of the Rogue; who she was, why she came to the Greenbelt, general pleasantries; when it came to magic-users, it paid to be cautious. Even Tsoni wasn't overlooked in the feast, with Silas slipping the tawny cat pieces of ripped roast under the table. As the din of conversation seemed to die down with the flow of food, Silas thought he was in the clear, hoping the rest of the party would have forgotten it as well under all the ale and meat.<br/><br/>Unfortunately for Silas, Mayor Bingley didn't. The gnome brought attention to himself and then to the four adventurers, Silas included, with the presenting of tokens and titles. The rogue's eyes went wide as the Gnome seemed intent on presenting a green belt to him first, asking Silas to stand as he addressed him as not just a 'wonderful human being' but as a 'knight of the Greenbelt.'<br/><br/>A knighthood. As in the title. Being given to Silas Korell.<br/><br/>"<strong>I... I don't think... But</strong>" was all he could mumble as the Gnome shook his hand, his grip limp from the shock of everything going on around them,<em><strong>a knighthood? No, they've gotten it all wrong. I'm no noble, I'm no sir, I just came here to fuck women and get PAID, dammit, and I was doing well on both those accounts before... All this.</strong></em>After the gnome had his fun tying the belt around the rogue's waist, Silas practically dropped down into his seat, looking at his empty bowl of stew as he thought on other things, "<strong>a knighthood?</strong>" Silas said quietly as the others were presented with similar honors, relieved that the worst of the feast was over yet dreading any more celebrations.<br/><br/>Luckily Lawrence presented the next celebration with a shout and an all-too familiar sight to the Rogue. So THAT'S what Horo intended on doing with the radishes, that sneaky foxy lady. It looked like dessert would be a taste of cold radish soup followed with a taste of warm lips, assuming others partook. Maybe this was his way out; a few cubes is all it would take for him to slip into a lust-filled haze, and once the need settled over him his night was set. Silas was one of the first to get a bowl of the ladled soup, and was the first to sit down after getting his dessert, but he found himself merely looking at the food instead of eating it, idly poking at a cube with his wooden spoon.<br/><br/><em><strong>Do I really want to eat this?</strong></em>