Lys: Lost, As Usual

Aithne stood in the corner, watching it all. The last time she'd sat down to a meal here it ended in near disaster. She didn't wish to repeat it, but as she was no longer a slave, her place was somewhere at the table. Where was the question. The Guttersnipe seemed happily ensconced in between Lord Ambrosius and Jason. She thought to look for Caleb, but couldn't find him in the bustle.

So she stood by and waited for things to calm a bit. Perhaps it would be clearer once everyone else had sat down.