Finally, after emptying his glass, the half-elf notices you. "Good gods! Look, my brothers and sisters! Look w

Finally, after emptying his glass, the half-elf notices you. "Good gods! Look, my brothers and sisters! Look who it is! Is that not himself? Did you come in your dirty boots and tattered hand-me-downs to spoil our feast with that gloomy, hungry look? Tell you what, if you abdicate the throne and swear allegiance to Pitax, I'll find a bone to throw you!" Some of the dinner guests roar with laughter, while others look at you with interest, maybe even hope. Everyone stops talking and watches you.