Ermon considers himself a pretty good judge of character, so there is no reason to abstain. He walks over to the boxes for a moment, and then returns to the group.
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Uncarved chewed on his treats thoughtfully. "I would like to commend the... chef..." he said at length. As he spoke his gaze shifted to Ermon. "I see you found your way, then. You were asking for directions when we last met. How have you been?"
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Idun turns and greets the others who are joining the group, "Nice to met you, Uncarved. Glad to see you under better circumstances, Vealtia."
"Mr Rossi! How have you been? Run into any gunmen recently?" She asks the man, she smiles at Leo, saying, "I'm Idun."
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One way or another Vaeltia always found herself in the company of too many people or with people who didn’t talk. She was beginning to think it was a curse, especially since the small group of people near the food when the voting went through had started getting bigger and louder.
Who would have thought mages could be so...
Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft word and she stepped away from the large and growing larger group of people talking through the meeting.
Vaeltia returns to the main thread
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Volos had slipped back into the background, just enough to be the proper wall to whatever woman decided to be near him at the time. He wasn’t one of those attention getters, that was Bell’s prerogative. But it didn’t much matter if no one cared.
He watched Ermon walk over to do his business and continued to look around. He managed to nod at both Kiko ( kimura ) and Orpheus his partners in crime, for that one time.
And as much as conversing was something he could be good at, food was not his primary focus.
Mr. Rossi looks around while preparing a couple of dishes for the group he came from. He turns to Idun, smiling at her. His voice is calm and relaxed, with a quick grin:
-"Alas, no such adventure so far. I am trying my luck this evening.-
-One of these days-
The Moros listen to the Hierarch's words with attention and then smiles. It will be all for the best for the Consilium. The Necromancer bows respectfully to Uncarved and Vaeltia. Before leaving the table to set off to the group he came, he says with gentle tone
-"Ladies, Gents; Enjoy the buffet. Idun. See you again.-
Mr. Rossi leaves the scenario
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As Idun repeated her name Leo realized she was talking to him. He quickly eyed his finger sandwich, but realized it was too late to stuff his face and hope no one said anything. He was going to have to talk. "Nice to meet you Idun. I'm Leo." He sounded sincere, if a little nervous. He was waiting to see if he would be Sentinel after all.
'Now go for the sandwich!'
He takes a bite of his food as he listens to the Heirarch announce the Sentinels. Once he heard Dash he knew he was screwed, and when Animus's name was called it was done. The Sentinels were named, and judging by the Heirarch's demeanor there wasn't much chance of a recount. He was disappointed in losing the position, but was glad he lost to an Arrow. Losing to Dash meant that Leo could look for him in the next training session, and Arrow training sessions meant Leo could channel his anger into cutting, beating, burning, and stabbing the Sentinel with no real repercussions. Hell, Leo would get in trouble for not giving the fight his all. Now seeing the dancer consumed in Celestial Fire was something to look forward too.
'Always a silver lining.'
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"Please excuse..." Uncarved says quietly, to no one in particular, as the roll of Sentinels is read. He leaves his plate with the obvious intention that he will be returning shortly as he makes his rounds.
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