"You two have a lot of explaining to do!" Said Mairey, clearly upset with the two men. Lars and Cemari were both sitting down at opposite sides of the table, glaring at each other. The purple man had some bandages wrapped around his forearm while the dark elvish man was holding a small rubber bag full of ice against the back of his head. Saphrin walked into the dining room with a tray full of tea items. She approached the table and set it down before placing four cups with saucers down. The lass grabbed the teapot and began pouring steamy, hot, mocha brown liquid into each cup before moving them to each person at the table. She then sat down next to the elvish woman as Mairey began pouring some milk into her drink.
"Looks like nobody wants to talk." Said Saphrin as she poured a few teaspoons of sugar into her cup.
"I'm pretty sure they do," said Mairey, "But something me they're a bit distracted with eying each other up."
