"Hah!" laughs Qavin. "I would not be led by a 'leash' as you put it. No, that was my sister's problem to begin with. If she was not so controlling, perhaps I would not have left the manor to study abroad in the first place!" He grabs a bunch of grapes and a drumstick, dripping with juices.

"Suit yourself..." he replies. The other robed figures sit, lower their hoods, and begin to eat, as do the other nobles seated at the table with the exception of Kael.

"So, Loss is it? Are you always this cautious?" Asks the wizard called Nathar, putting his hat on the corner of his chair and refilling his plate. "A little fear is healthy, much fear is crippling. And it will do you no good to cast that spell..." he says as he sees your hand raise up.
"They have an anti-magic field over the place. Did you not notice your mage armor was dispelled when you got here? Surely you had some sort of magical protection?"