"Swain's ability to provide me with a meatstick has never been in question." Abduxuel spoke to Ulric flat in his facial expression but teasing with the inflections of his voice. "Why worry about food so? This is a celebration and it is better to drink your dinner." Swain turned and offered the fey creature his arm, a not so subtle way of communicating his desire to depart from the present company.<br/><br/>"Merry we meet and merry we part until we meet again." Abduxuel offered an archaic greeting formerly used by the elves when they were closer to their otherworldly ties.<br/><br/>@Esma: "If exotic is what you crave I know of a glowing red liquid that will make all the world seem grey and tasteless by comparison."<br/><br/>Abduxuel went off with swain inspiring debauchery where ever he went, then leaving.