Sabre took a seat between Abigor and Kora, and he was offered a plate of food which he smiled and took graciously, goblets were put down in front of him, some with wine, some with ale others with spirits.
He nibbled on the meats and bread, and felt thirsty and was tempted to reach for a goblet of wine.
He listened to Kora speak about having two Runes, he himself had eight at this current time, he would add to that shortly when he had learned 'Sapria',' Lunarith' and 'Ithior'. He told Kora about them and watched the slightly older Lord's eyes widen.
Absently he reached for the nearest goblet and drew it towards himself. He was being admired by many about him, they were fascinated with him, his moonlight hair, his dark eyes, they complimented him, flattered him. It was true, he was a puzzle to most, an enigma, something to be worked out and solved.