"My thanks for your praise, sir Randal, tis indeed a most useful device," the dark haired woman replied, a little juice running down her chin as Toria continued to devour the flesh of the fruit, quickly cleared by one of the Huntsilvers' silk napkins, "though in this conversation I must admit I am at something of a disadvantage. My knowledge of our foe, I fear, is much less than others gathered round this table, having only listened in while yourself and Arivel were talking to a group who had faced the beast and either fled or fallen," Toria looks down sheepishly as she mentions the encounter at the temple of Lathander, "I... I must apologise once more for eavesdropping in that situation."