<br/>Ashalia, who'd been sure to 'make' breakfast for the adventurers - which for her meant 'goad the returned servants into doing so' - blinked at Randal's query with a genuine lack of rememberance on her face. "You say several of you were told to gather here when setting out after a certain dragon? I can't say I knew anything of the sort - I would have expected my parents to tell me to expect such company, and<em>certainly</em>the help would not<em>dare</em>to not let me know of expected visitors." She glanced meaningfully at a brunette serving-girl her own age, who shrugged innocently and made herself scarce.<br/><br/>"But then, I can hardly claim to know all the company my father or uncles keep. The Huntsilvers are charged by the Crown to be stewards of much of the kingdom's forest land - and given that it is of course as well known as 'The Forest Kingdom' as 'Cormyr' - it's<em>quite</em>the prestigious charge, mm?" She smiled meaningfully at Randal. "As such they do consort with hunters, charging them to see out such-and-such monster or<em>not</em>to over-hunt such-and-such game to extinction. So I suppose it doesn't sound altogether farfetched."<br/><br/>Rolling a fig upon her lips, the noble girl tossed back a blonde tress. "Have you rations enough for such an endeavor? You seem ready enough, but don't you dare leave without saying bye to me!"<br/>