<Then it is decided. We shall return to the manor to collect the necessary supplies, and meet you and Mr. Bradford in the south. With your leave, Sir Balrog, we will then depart now, to better hasten the journey.><br/><br/>He gives an offside glance to his wife Alyssa, sitting silently through the meal without entering into the conversations. While no wallflower, tonight she had apparently been content to listen, though subtle body cues between her and Lord Maestri hinted at a separate telepathic channel connecting them. Her form-cut gown of deepest blue was an identical match for his formal clothing, and with only a few small gemmed earrings for adornment, the fist-sized amethyst pendant strung loosely from his neck stood out all the more - at least, for those who had not seen it known to sprout spindly legs of ectoplasm and walk about or simply fly about independently.