All the while Talthyr is stuffing his face full of treats from the table, he had always enjoyed his food, he occasionally stopped to hush a few children squabbling near him by agreeing to their constant demand for magic tricks.
Only minor things though, the sorcerer was busy eating, he hadn't had a proper meal, let alone a banquet in such a long time.
'I must say' he called jovially to Auriel 'I send my very best compliments to the makers of this fine feast.'
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Resident cantankerous sorcerer of the Clan HADB<br />and Sorcerous Nuttella salesman of the O.R.T<br />  <br /><br />Say NO to the Trouser Tyranny! Can I drill you about this?
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