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Date Posted: 19:07:51 04/12/05 Tue
Author: Kain (plus Finlaur XD)
Subject: Din din. Or uh.. brunch brunch.
In reply to: A'rak, Wessae, Tani, Ina 's message, "You haaaad to start another thread" on 02:33:32 04/12/05 Tue

Kain briefly eyes A'rak when he draws near, but pointedly ignores him. She does not move, remaining in her silently introverted sloop, splayed hands against her face.

The greenrider isn't noticed by half the approaching people, so when she moves it might take them by surprise, especially the younger ones. In a sudden black flurry Kain leans back, folding her hands across her skinny stomach and letting her head hit the back of the chair, dark eye slitting open to gaze dispassionately around the filled table, taking in each figure with little more than cold calculation. Then she resumes to lurking.

The copper-headed drudge sashays back up to the table, feeling, and not for the first time, very undignified in his white apron. He takes a few seconds to wiggle orange-bronze eyebrows - and drop a few winks - to Jari, and dip in a short but respectful bow to Wessae, before clearing his throat and beckoning the various other drudges to follow. 'This seems something like dinner,' he admits awkwardly, referring to the fact that it is but late morning. Utensils and plates, of course, are first to by set at the ten places. Then Finlaur clears his throat and places a mug of klah and an empty wineglass by each person, setting a single bottle of old Benden white - plus a few.. more expendable beside it of varying vintages. Lastly various trays, laden with meat and fish and spices, are strewn up and down the table.

Kain ignores the food for the time being, though hunger gnaws at her gut. She lets the other assorted people to take their pick first. However, one gloved hand takes up the mug of klah, and the grizzled greenrider would drink at it with tiny sips. The hot, spiced liquid seems to relax her.

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