“Mmm, quite tart...delicious all the same though,” Fedowin remarks with a grin, taking another sip. “So Amity my sweet, have you heard anything of interest with your lovely delicate ears, since we last discussed such things?”
"Just random rumours, my rakish Rowaini? Or are you interested in anything more specific? I'm afraid I'm no Eloquence, but I pick up bits of gossip here and there, all the same."
“Well, I like to stay informed, sweetling...so anything at all is most welcome, but the heavens interest me most at the moment, seeing as that is where I must venture next. Though my interest in other matters surely wanes, when I am in you company...”
"Ah, the depths of Wildspace. Well, there are a lot of people taking off starting later tonight and early tomorrow. It's going to be hard to get out pretty soon, so to avoid a long wait, some people are leaving the Convocation early and clearing out of their rooms."
"Well, they aren't famous. Just Convocation-goers who value their time over attendance at the closing ceremonies. All the emissaries, I'm sure, will stay for the closing ceremonies, lest they show their home in a bad light."
“Oh, that’s a pity, I would have liked to see some of their ships in flight. Well, I don’t suppose you’ve heard anything about what they’re doing with the Rosethornes...have you sweetling?”