Thomas Brantley grudgingly attended, he did not dare touch the food. A heretic's blessing was an ill omen, especially when food was concerned. His fellow guardsmen also abstained. Yet they were not the only ones in attendance, there was the slight shimmering in a shadowy corner of the room. Fleetmaster Vaha Zozum watched the humans as they ate. The disunity was interesting, humans squabbled like children quite often.