"Oh--" Salvio looks quickly to the former seneschal, who stares blankly and yet somehow angrily back at him. Nobodies. "Well, they, um. They were of course-- er, that is. They earned their titles, certainly."

"A glowing endorsement," Cenric says, flatly. "One wonders how you come up with these."

Salvio looks back at Tessa. And only Tessa, really. Not at the spirit of her old friend, staring fixedly at some unknowable point. Not at Cenric, or the others down the hall. He offers her another pained smile.

"I have not eaten, rece-- I have-- uh, I do not know that I am hungry. Um. Are you?"