As the others wandered into the dining hall the next morning, they had the privilege of finding the two warriors leaning over a book that seemed to hold all their interest well into Minsc's second serving…

Pondering whether or not to inform them of her initial problems with the well-known alphabet it(and a few others he had been lucky enough to find in his library) was written in, he decided against it, more because of her intuitive understanding of his glance along the table, and following warning glare, than by his recollection from his first time with the arcane letters used in scrolls and spellbooks.

He had thought it was outright unnatural to demand that he should learn such a thing…and he never had…properly.

Leaving her to her rapt study of the books last secrets, he sent a quiet thanks to the late Lord De'Arnise, for having traveled so extensively so as to fill his library with books of such a rare sort, as he moved up to the others at the other end of the table, smiling as he found they had left the seat to his left unoccupied. At his right he had Keldorn, who did not seem to care overly much about who was to sit across from him if she could leave the book long enough.

As he saw Negrath look at him, the knight lowered his fork to look upon him in query.

At the Kensai's grateful smile, he threw a glance down to Viconia, before smiling back at him in the fatherly way that fell so natural to him.

Getting his meal delivered to his plate by servants that evidently had taken it directly from whatever preparations it had been through, he dug in enthusiastically.

Looking down the table, he gestured at a nearby servant boy, telling him to tell the avid reader at the other end to get her ass up to where he sat and to get some food in her belly.

Looking at his lord oddly for a moment, the young man turned toward the other end of the long table…just as Viconia slid into her seat, closed book in hand.

Handing it to the slightly confused lad, she ordered him;

-"Here, put this where it belongs. And try not to peek." She finished, showing with her grin that she knew he automatically would want to do just that more than anything else…

Shifting to her "Relaxed Amusement"-face, she told him;

-"Don't worry, read it all you like. Who knows, you might just learn something useful..."

Flashing him her "Angry Drow"-expression, she added;

-"Just remember that the Drow Cleric of Shar is not done with it yet. You soil it at your own risk."

Looking back and forth between the two powerful fighters, who both looked somewhat darkly back at him, the young servant shivered momentarily as Viconia cracked a malevolent grin, and started off toward the library with a quick glance at his Lord, who graciously nodded.

Turning to each other as the boy walked somewhat stiffly down to the other end of the room holding the thing in outstretched hands, so as to avoid soiling it with his outfit, the two partners in crime gave each other wicked grins;

-"I'm terrible, aren't I?" the Drow quipped, throwing an amused glance at an unfazed Keldorn, before turning an expectant smile upon her lover.

-"Not for a Drow, you're not." He replied, in tune with his statement at their return to the keep that morning.

Minsc paused momentarily in his eating to wonder what was so funny…