7.38 - Level 35
With little ‘official’ business to handle in the meeting of throne-holders and otherwise powerful people, the meeting devolved into idle chit-chat with tea and scones. Theo released a heavy sigh, closing his eyes as he ate another lemon scone. Somehow Benton had increased his skills in baking and tea-making. Fenian had increased his skills in embellishment and story-telling.
“Using her own hair, she strangled him!” Fenian said, finishing a tale Theo was certain he had invented completely.
“A yarn I’m sure you made up entirely,” Elrin said, patting the elf on the shoulder. “Do you remember how your wife used to beat you when you went off like that?”
“I can still hear her screams,” Fenian said, sighing with contentment.
The conversation rolled on for some time, until it became exactly what Theo had hoped for. Elrin had been on the outside of their circle for too long. But this recent shift in his personality had opened something. Now he would enjoy these moments. The moments that represented calm in a chaotic life. The alchemist remembered back to when he had tea with the false gods in his realm. They would all gather on their own. No invite required.
The tea party wound down after a while. When there was no more tea to drink, no more scones to eat, and no more interesting stories to share, the group parted from Khahar’s company. Theo drew them all into his aura and dropped them into the void.
“Khahar is up to something,” Elrin said. “I saw the image of a silver hara’nas when we entered his office.”
“They’re called khahari here,” Fenian corrected.
“The image had a sense of divinity,” Elrin said, ignoring Fenian’s correction.