Eopia looked up at Sunky plaintively.  "Am I still poisoned? No.  Am I alright?  Not really.  It feels like too much coincidence, first the chocolates, and then the news about the marked member of...of the House coming. "

 Being reminded of the chocolates, she stood quickly, removing the chocolates from the pocket she had stuffed them in and tossed them into the fire pit with a sigh.  She turned to face the group, "Anyone who helped gather those chocolates should toss them into the fire so they don't accidently eat them, and then wash your hands and whatever you used to hold them thoroughly, just in case."  

She sat back down and shook her head at Hoch, precluding any questions the elf might have.  "So. How was your day?"
 

The smile that was on Hoch’s face in anticipation of the stories from the show instantly disappeared after he heard Sunky and Eopia interact.  He snapped his head around and looked at Eopia.

Her question about his day clearly didn’t register in his brain as his eyes dart from Eopia to Sunky, then back to Eopia.

((Damn it, I’ve been precluded! So I will skip the “what happened” stuff and he now knows that you: bought chocolates, ate them, Sunky found out they were poisoned, and Nklos cured.  If that is not the intention I will edit.))

He reached out over the table and grasped her hands tightly. 

“But…why?” is all that he could mutter out.  He knew that she had to leave Thrane and Khovaire, but she had failed to mention to him that anyone wanted her dead.

As he started to think of all the possibilities and the things that she hasn’t told him.  He looked around to the group to see if any explanation was coming, and was very thankful that they were there when it happened.

Eo smiled wanly at Hoch's worried glance and shrugged at the entire group, sighing lightly.   "I have no clue.  As far as I know there's only the standard people I've hindered, busted up, or put in jail actually want me dead, which is nothing new.  And there was nothing in or on the bag or the chocolates that indicated anything special..." The lie slid off her tongue with surprising ease as she met Hoch's eyes.  "So, until we find the vendor... there's nothing we can do.  Let's just drink, and eat, and enjoy ourselves.

    Orodore approached the companion's table with a smile that faltered momentarily at the somber mood. He took a tentative step closer before making himself known.
    "Pardon, my lords and ladies, I hope I am not interrupting anything?" Orodore said, gaining a bit more confidence with each word, "It is just that I heard a few familiar voices and I hoped that perhaps I could join those same voices, and the people belonging to them of course, for a meal. With any luck, I would be a few friends richer this night!"
    Orodore looked from person to person, his smile slowly returning and remaining for all but a few seconds. It lasted long enough for his hand to come up and smack him across the forehead, a look of chagrin stamped clearly across his features.
    "Where are my manners?" the stranger newcomer exclaimed, "I am Orodore of the Iron Temple. It is a pleasure to stand in your company!" He continued with a fluid bow. As he straightened himself the smile returned in full, this time infused with a bit of hope. Hope that he might befriend a few more kind hearted folk.

Deriaz salutes the newcomer from where he sits on the ground. "Pleasure to meet you. Deriaz Ironfist, at your service. Call me what you wish, though. Pull up a chair -- I'm sure there's bound to be a spare one, with me not using one."

He turns his attention to Eopia. "Are you sure it's wise to be sitting and eating when you know someone had just tried to harm you? I would think it would be more of a priority to find this person and stop them, more than anything. That's just me, though. . ."