<strong>Location</strong>: Feasting Hall<br/><strong>Tags</strong>: Vali, Chorgath, others<br/><br/>"I hope you are right about it being an act," Samaro concedes to the two Exalts, lips twisted in a frown.  "Still, it would be--"<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>"MOAR WINE!"</em></span>roars the Lunar on the cushion, hoisting his empty cup high as he grabs another handful of locusts and starts shoving it down his throat.<br/><br/>"...it would be more reassuring if the act wasn't so convincing," the raksha murmurs, the frown deepening just a touch-- but only for a moment as a crow unfolds itself into the shape of a person.  "I maintain my faith in this gathering," Samaro says, somewhat amused, "because our host seems to have well-picked most of those present.  We at least have the good fortune to have avoided stirring up old rivalries..."  A pause, a glance towards the blue-skinned figure and the 'Elias' figure.  "Or at least ones that are founded on bad blood."<br/><br/><strong>"Perhaps it shall ease thy mind further, o fable,"</strong>rumbles the deep voice of the soulsteel-clad Abyssal, speaking in a strangely-inflected Old Realm, as he finally moves to join the circle of folk,<strong>"to learn that our most-gracious host hast drawn a ward against speech, scrying, and translocation 'round the entirety of our meeting place.  Whatever purpose the Bodhisattva has in mind is one she would keep sheltered from unwanted eyes..."</strong>