"Mmm, I see," Ghali murmured, and hid another yawn behind his hand. He blinked dully for a couple seconds, seeming distracted by something, and then took another bite of cobbler and stretched.
"Ah, my apologies, Juras, my lad. I don't mean to be rude, but I'm afraid I didn't sleep well last night." Sitting up straighter, his back popping, he sighed and looked to Juras. "Feel free to stay and enjoy the meal, as much of it as you can fit. My servants are yours to command, and if you need lodging for the night," he added with a pointed look toward all the booze, "then my servants will show you to one of our guest rooms. For now, however, I'm afraid I must retire for now."
And he rose from his seat then, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. "Kuvira, see that he's comfortable."
With that said, and a polite but shallow bow, Ghali strode from the room.