Spellstorm
“prepared and served, so it had taken her only a swift glance at Halaunt’s barely adequate pantries and superb wine cellar to plan a good feast—and not all that many moments to launch Mirt and Myrmeen along the road to preparing it. That wine cellar was going to come in very handy.
By means of the sliding panels, an array of cheeses had been set out—with the bluntest little ornamental knives Myrmeen could find—on the sideboards, along with more decanters of wine.
This had been done more to buy time for cooking than anything else, but Alusair, as Lord Halaunt, was sending Elminster amused glances as decanters were drained with impressive speed, and the talk grew louder and lewder. It seemed mighty archmages weren’t much different than the rest of the world—the prouder, more arrogant, self-centered part of the rest of the world—when one came right down to it.
Both the lord and his new steward kept circulating, thankful that the room was large enough that one had to walk to eavesdrop.
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