Oirhandir wandered over to Fang, gave him a pat on the back, and intoned, "Well done, friend. The feast is superb, and the, uh, beer compliments it well." The elf gave Hellen a polite nod, then walked over to Elise's seat, bending slightly to bring himself to her eye level.
"I'm so sorry", he apologized to the pretty mage. "I thought that I had mentioned Fang's special honor ealier today. I don't think any great harm was done, Fang remembered his little speech, and it seems that everyone here is so busy enjoying the feast that they've forgotten all about it." Grinning, he continued. "I'm sure you've noticed, but in the short time they've been together, Fang and Hellen the priestess have grown, ah, quite fond of each other. I think they make quite the pair!"
Oirhandir exchanged pleasantries with his comrades, then returned to his seat to sample the food. There were so many types of meats! An elven feast would have half as much, or even a third. Oirhandir tried to sample as much as he could, especially dishes that didn't have so much meat, without stuffing himself.
OOC:[sblock]GW was on earlier today.[/sblock]