<strong>Hracin and Jastian</strong><br/><br/>Inside, the Dwarf mage perked up and smiled as he saw April and Sholol enter.  He didn't look too closely, not wanting to spoil any game his wife might be playing.  But, he had to admit, he approved of her choice this time.  Very nice.  Maybe she'd share later.  As that thought occurred, his attention was diverted by the disappearance of something out of the corner of his eye.  He looked over and grinned.  "Mister Jastian . . . excellent sneaking!  There's no need to filch from the table, you know . . ."<br/><br/>The half-Orc gave a sheepish shrug, "Sorry, sir . . . just keeping my other skills in . . . shape?"  He seemed a bit cowed by the presence of an unfamiliar mage speaking to him.