Nebless and Dumfis re-take their places at the table, Banoc and Finnegan following soon after.
Melisande's eye scans the assembled company anxiously.
"Who amongst you was put under house arrest by Lyeth and isn't here? Wasn't the Painted One one of those? Dammit! There's only so long these Glamours can be maintained! Draw the curtains!"
Banoc moves swiftly to oblige. The elf's eye narrows in concentration and her lips move silently. Slowly the illusory images fade away into nothingness, except that of Master Ho, who remains silently and calmly quaffing away at his ale.
"You've really got to teach me how you do that," Banoc breathes admiringly...