<strong>Location</strong>: Anjushri residence, feast hall<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: Void, Vali, Chorgath<br/><br/><br/>"The bugs," Howls Skyward announces from his place splayed out on one of the comfy-looking cushions, "are<em>delicious</em>.  You should try some.  They taste like cinnamon, an' those pies my mom used to make with the sticks in 'em, an' like crunch-squish instead of squish-crunch like meat with a spine."<br/><br/>One of the servants comes by with a tray, bearing two deep cups of the plum wine Howls had ordered and the third he'd asked for for Void.  The big guy passes one off to her, sets one down by the cushion, and takes a long swig of the third.  "I haven't eaten like this in a long time," he muses aloud, pleased with the thought.  "Anjushri's got some pretty good taste.  Both in bugs, and normal food, and in the booze.  An' everyone who's tried 'em likes 'em.... except that guy."  Howls's gaze narrows, flicking over the lithe swordsman standing at a nearby tale.  "He doesn't like the bugs.  Something's wrong with him."<br/><br/>"I do like the locusts," the swordsman replies, not looking away from the table, swirling the contents of a chalice in one hand.  "I simply mistrust anything that reminds me too deeply of my native country.  One was sufficient to warn me away."  A moment's pause, then, as if just now noticing that there were others, the swordsman steps away from the table and offers a bow.  "I am known as Quiet Samaro," he says, ignoring the dark look being shot his way by Howls Skyward.  "Might I have the honor of your names, fellows?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The locusts...</div><div class="spoiler_body">...are probably not normal fare.  Normal locusts don't shine in rainbow colors and normal locusts don't smell like the few, isolated delights of long-forgotten home.  Warlocks or anyone Int+Occult 7+ would be able to identify these as manna locusts.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Essence-Dissecting Stare yields...</div><div class="spoiler_body">Howls Skyward is a Lunar Exalt, with a handful of artifact trinkets about him, sitting at Essence 4.<br/>Quiet Samaro is a raksha, Essence 5.  The blade slung across his back is almost rippling with supernal power, and there are a handful of quiet glamors about him, most keeping his nature subdued and quiet rather than broadcasting them.<br/>Gethalee Iori, chatting animatedly with some of the kids across the room, is an Essence 5 Fire elemental.  The book slung at her hip is alive to some degree!<br/>Willing Suicides, currently regarding the wall carvings, is an Abyssal Exalt, of Essence 4, almost entirely encased in actual soulsteel armor.  The bodyguard next to him is a ghost possessing a corpse.<br/>Oh, and all of the children are varazslany (https://docs.google.com/document/pub?id=1jmxwx7FPXA-jzWJiv2fyCGeJQGQu2QomFTs5j45mPec#h.w4shk0mgi5ye).</div></div>