Shivethi and the other two men rise as well. Panjati places his hands on his hips and bends back slightly, the sound of creaking joints clearly audible. "I'm too old for dancing. Far too old." He laughs. "Good evening to you all. I probably won't see you at breakfast, as I tend to eat at least one meal a day with the guards. Father, I have truly enjoyed this evening, and I trust we will spend more time together on the hunt. Good night."
Qasood bows and says, "Until tomorrow then. Good food and good company. This has been a wonderful evening." He turns, weaving just a bit, and leaves the room. Shivethi laughs slightly, shaking his head.
"Qasood could never hold his wine. He'll be less jovial at breakfast, I'll wager. We'll have breakfast a half hour past sunrise, then the rest of the day you will be in the capable hands of Kija and Aya. I have much to attend to, getting ready for the hunt as well as administrative duties. If you will excuse me now, I believe my pillows are calling. Father, thank you for indulging us tonight, and I pray you had an agreeable time." Shivethi bows, and leaves the hall.