"It is pleasant to see so many people gathered to share it," he agrees with a smile. It may be more informal (and much shorter) than most of the feasts he's been to, but he has missed communal meals since he's been posted away from a large garrison. There's a happy atmosphere here that he hasn't felt in some time. "Our host is a wise man, I think - both our hosts." One of them is a bear, of course.

He bows in reply to her curtsy, warmed a little by her familiar manners. Perhaps her homeland is more like Tamriel than most. "It is a pleasure to meet you, my lady. I am Stratos Caelus, tribune in the Imperial Legion of Tamriel." He carries no sword or helmet, that said, just a blue-green hood draped around his shoulders.