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"Sorry Roy, I just can't help it," he said as he rubbed the back of his head. He had always talked to Roy with his name formally. It's how he talks to any noble really, they are a higher social status to him that's why.

He was surprised when Roy said that was his mom. "Umm hi there, Miss Ninian, it's nice to meet you," he said to her. Oujay never expected his mom to look like this, but then he had never seen his mom, so how would he know what she looked like.

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Kyros burst into laughter again at Amelia's flinching, something she seemed to not be used to. Someone living in Eyris of all places should be accustomed to the hustle and bustle, the roaring drunks, the playing children. But, it was no big deal. While she did have a point, his stomach could hardly be ignored, before the other customers started to look like giant hunks of meat, all the more appetizing in the absence of his order.

His mouth began to salivate, his eyes going wide, as if he'd gone into some odd trance. His hand carefully moved towards his back, caressing the handle of the axe like it wasa a lost lover. His hand began to tense on the concealed handle, and then...

A waiter came rushing in, carrying the Warrior's soup. The hand eased from the axe, playing it off as scratching the back. An itch seemed reasonable, given the armor he was wearing, and the little movement he'd done in ages. Maybe there was still some stone in there or something. As the plate landed on the table, soup sloshing about in the bowl, Kyros looked up at the man, smile still on his face.

"Thank ya kindly, kid." He reached into his pocket, pulling out a few gold coins, gently tossing them at the waiter. "Sorry 'bout that, lost my temper a bit." The smile still refused to fade, even after the waiter scurried away, where a frantic woman, white of hair, orange of clothing, ran about the kitchen in a frenzy. The head chef, maybe?

Kyros pushed all wandering thoughts from his mind as he gazed into the soup, barbarously picking up a spoon and gluttonously devouring it, hardly any stops for air. He'd gone far too long without any decent cooking, and he wouldn't let his little daydreams pull him from the first of many meals of this new life.

However, he did stop once Amelia had addressed him, inquiring as to where they came from. "...us? Well, we're from all over. Some of us came from other lands, others from neighboring countries. But, we all ended up together, like some weird cosmic famiy, fatefully intertwined...." He laughed again, expecting Amelia to be startled by his philosophical remark, and returned to his soup, guzzling it down as he was before.

Amelia watched Kyros closely, confusion clear in her features. What was going on? His gaze was focused on the woman nearby, a lady eating a breadstick rather calmly, chatting with friends. Amelia looked back to Kyros. His hand was moving towards his back, and... was that his axe handle there? She couldn't tell, it looked like he was just clutching onto something there, maybe a fistful of fabric...

Then there was a boy arriving, putting a bowl of soup right in front of Kyros. He looked to be scratching his back... yeah, that was it. Totally fine. Amelia relaxed and spoke briefly to the waiter before he departed, asking before her food before sinking into her chair. You're too worked up... relax...

Amelia watched him eat in vague fascination. Like a starving bear, she thought. He barely seemed to take in oxygen in between bites, he just kept eating. He finally sat up later and answered the question she'd asked him. Well, not the answer she'd wanted, but it was an answer. Amelia just nodded slowly, deciding that he made a lot of sense. That was how everyone at Fefga's manor had ended up, sort of.

"I see," she murmured, a small smile on her face.

Meanwhile, Domanova had already ordered, politely nodding to the waitress who'd set down a basket on his side of the table.

There is a strategy to this, he thought to himself, chewing the end of a breadstick, One must always order appetizers, in cases of extreme hunger, lest one's stomach grow unruly...

"Tell me, Charles," asked Domanova, turning to his companion, "are you still in need of food in this state? And, moreover, what type of food is it?" He chuckled. "It isn't brains, is it, my dear?"

The sage scanned the room. So many new faces to see, and his old companions looked so happy. Even Charles! What a miracle, he thought, and he took a small sip of wine. His eyes caught a head of purple hair--a man with a monocle, perhaps another scholar, deeply engrossed in some sort of book. He debated going over and speaking to him (were his lips moving? He couldn't hear him speaking over the others) but decided against it. At least until he was done eating.

Things were settling down, at least. With Kyros shoveling food into his maw faster than Amelia felt should be humanly possible, he was actually rather quiet. No booming voices demanding more food. Castello was busy with his wine, and in general, things had calmed down. Amelia relaxed into her chair. A lot of oddballs, as she kept telling herself, but they were nice people.

Amelia looked up as Teifi, still wearing the odd headband from before, slid into a seat across from her. The warm smile on her face was reassuring, and Amelia smiled back. "Apologies for being late. I was looking for a missing member of our group."

"Oh... right. Not all of the seats are taken yet." Amelia cast her gaze around the table, wondering just who exactly their missing comrade was before looking back to Teifi. "I presume there wasn't much luck in finding her," she finished lamely. Yes, state the obvious. Good work.

Amelia cleared her throat, rubbed the back of her neck, and looked at Teifi again. The headband was very badly in her eyes, but... it seemed to be made of some sort of cloth. "Can't you just tie that headband into a smaller loop? It'd drive me nuts to have that in front of my eyes all the time."

Charles followed his old friend inside, rendering the guest pool aghast. "I don't believe my limbs will fall off, though I'm not sure about this body. I have only been in it for a day, you see."

He sat next to Domanova, and turned to him. "I do believe that I no longer need nourishment or sustenance, however. I hunger not, and I believe I run completely on magical power-- say, is that what gave you your body?"

"Just how is everyone together again?" he asked, puzzled. "And where is that Ledreak? I'd think he'd be shouting, making commotion by now."

A small, delicate flower, fluttering in the breeze...