I recall your cooking, and if you believe this place to almost be an equal it would be a great idiocy on my part to decline.

[He cannot help but lean slightly into the touch as Hythlodaeus leads him about, hoping the much taller man does not notice. But those thoughts are lost immediately as he takes in the venue, a series of emotions playing upon his face. Shock. Disbelief. Longing. An aborted motion jerks his frame as Elidibus takes a single step forward and stops.]

[Voice soft, almost inaudible.] Oh, Daeus, it is as if I stepped into a memory. How is this possible?