"Well, Xaros, there is something on my mind if truth be told, though it's merely a puzzle. I'll likely explain it to you tomorrow, once we're on the road. As for me, as soon as my father the Count retires, I believe I shall as well. I'll likely nurse the rest of my wine in front of the fire for a bit though. A large, open fire is a pleasure we can't really afford on the trail, as every ill-intentioned creature for miles would see it and come. We might even draw the ire of a druid."
Rayburn finished the last of his wild boar, and sets down his fork and knife.
"I'm not in the mood for candied yams, I will join if others are wont to indulge. After all, when will I have such a chance again? Not for weeks. I'd also heard the small folk often have sweet tooths. I would not want Lily to feel unwelcome in a desire to dessert, after all."