[Though she hasn't yet brought out the main course, the table is already decorated with a showcase of Morena's culinary delights: fine cheeses on a painted platter, bread and jam served with a silver knife, dressing and gravy and greens from her garden that would entice hungry hearts for miles away. She's even gotten out the good wine glasses, their sides etched with delicate line work of vines and flowers.]

I can only imagine what he's been serving you on the road. He said he did most of the cooking for you, but I know good ingredients can be hard to come by while traveling. Especially with the roads as they've been! I'm sure you heard all about that cult that was making its way toward Baldur's Gate. You and yours had all left by then, hadn't you?

[Gale clears his throat.]

Actually, we did see... some of that, the cult and what have you. But let's not spoil our meal with such grim topics, not when you're just getting to properly meet Astarion.

[Morena hmphs to herself, but lets Gale change the subject.]

Of course, my sweet rabbit. So Astarion, tell me all about yourself. Gale said you met while on the road?