"Very well," Aelfwine said, a light smile on his face. "If you would care to follow me, we will partake in a light evening meal, and you can tell me more of your encounter, and of your travel on the road, and perhaps even how you came to be in the revered Wood-kins company."
He lead the group to the elfhame, where the doors stood open, and the smell of food was stronger, more savory. The inside of the hall was spacious, tall ceilings held aloft by massive pillars of fluted white stone, the walls and the floors were a beautiful mix of dwarven stonemasonry and elven carving. More surprising were the multitude of flowers, alive in great stone pots, that filled the hall with their own aroma and brought vivd splashes of red, green, gold, and shades of blue to the elegant white of the hall.
The feasting table was not set, but at the request of the lord, several platters of food were delivered to the table. There was no boar to be had, but there was a brace of rabbits, seasoned and spit roasted, a stuffed duck with a fruity sauce, two large loaves of bread, and a wheel of dark orange cheese, the wax having been carefully peeled away from the cheese.
Two more stevedors brought out an old looking casque, mottled with age. Redwick could almost smell the malty aroma of the brew held inside. The two serviced the casque, releasing the pressure, and pouring out a mighty mug of the foaming, almost black stout.
Several bottles of a crisp white wine were also brought out and pouring into comfortable goblets of polished silver. Soon, a varitable feast was laid out before the group, with fine flatware and plates to eat from, it was a far cry from the less appealing food of the traveler.
Aelfwine sat back into his chair, and drew out a long pipe. One of the stevedors who brought the casque provided a hefty leather pouch of dried, and fine smelling greenleaf. He took a good pinch and packed the pipe, and then offered the pouch to Hamold.
"I think it might be the finest leaf outside of the Farthings, but I doubt any but the halfings can grow the best leaf." The stevedor offered the light Hamolds pipe with a match from one of the roasting fires.
Danu and Callista had their seats the farthest from the head of the table.