Salgant stands at a table helping himself to the lain-out food. Tuor sure was a generous lord, thinks Salgant. He tentatively takes a bite out of a flaky sugar-coated pastry, trying not to get any crumbs on his silken robes.

Since Maeglin asked him to keep an eye on the household during his visit here, Salgant slowly sweeps his eyes over his surroundings as he enjoys his pastry. An assurance to his friend that he did in fact, do what was asked. Really, what does Maeglin expect him to find? He suspected Maeglin did not want news of how well Eärendil was faring.

"Oh!" Someone had entered the room and crept up behind him, and Salgant jumps. But once he sees who it is, he heaves a sigh of relief and regains his posture. "I did not see thee enter."

"Why didst thou have to sneak up like that? Thou gavest me such a fright!" He brings a hand to his heart and shoots you a reproachful look. It soon breaks into a grin.

"Hath thou come seeking my lordly self or is it the sweets laid upon the dessert table which captures thy fancy? It's far too soon for another meeting of the lords, so I do not suppose thou hast come to remind me of that."