Bramen and the Keeper had both fallen silent at the suggestions Dorian made, Bramen looking down into his tea. Thankfully Meallan did interject the moment Dorian mentioned lightning and magic around it. That was enough to get the elf to relax again, Bramen easing a bit through the keeper still looked a little tense. One of the other windhounds trotted over, moving to sit near the Keeper, the white dog laying at the woman's feet. It licked its lips a little, settling in much like the one near Dorian, though this one kept its eyes on the fire. Bramen remained where he was, between Meallan and Dorian - his brother's hands on one of his shoulders for balance as the freckled elf rose up off the log to try and speak. His own talent with lightning was very different from Dorian's own, less controlled - but it was very powerful.

Meallan had few qualms with talking about his talents, the subject changing eagerly from the one where Dorian's foot was most certainly in his mouth. Bramen would speak to him later about that.

It was only a few moments later when it seemed the roast animal on the spit started to get carved up by two other elves. They carved at the flesh, cutting it off into thin pieces and onto a tray, the smell of it even more enticing now. The elves worked quickly, carving up all they could before handing the tray off to another elf, the pair lifting the rest of the carcass and moving away with it. The elf with the tray of meat began going around to the rest of the clan, offering it up to the Keeper and her guests first.

Meallan, Bramen and the Keeper all accepted, taking bits of meat with their hands before looking expectantly towards Dorian.