While Tam is talking with Tymora in the Vale, Everyone who came with her to Threevale has gone to Hawthorne Manor. Here’s how that went down.
[Knocking at the door]
Angie: Winters? Ah, never mind, I’ll get it.
[Opens the door to see Caltiar with various beings behind and on him.]
Caltiar: Hello, Miss. I am Caltiar Kilvarax, sometime-member of the Shalzari guild, and friend of Lady Tamara of this house. She and Lord November Bituin will be along shortly. Lady Tamara said that we would be welcome to wait here until she arrives.
Angie: Oh, Yes of course! She’s coming home? And on her birthday as well! Yes, please, come in, come in!
Caltiar: Thank you. On my shoulder is Lady Vivienne Deepwell Lorissa Angelica III, from the Underdark, an ally and friend of Lady Tamara.
Angie: Aaaugh! I…mean… how do you do, L-Lady?
Vivi: I am pleased to meet you.
Caltiar: And here at my feet is Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way, known as Demi. She does not speak per se, but is likewise a friend of Lady Tamara.
Angie: A Displacer Kitten? Oh my! How—
Iris: Do me next! Introduce me!
Caltiar: And this lovely blue lady is Iris…do you really want to use that last name still?
Iris: YES
Caltiar: Very well. This is Iris…Bituin, A Sphinx of Wonder who was invented by the magic of Lord November.
Angie: Oh…my…well, um, welcome, Iris…
[Demi and Iris fly out into the garden instead of coming into the house, where they are met by Lana and Annie, who arrived less than a tenday earlier.]
Caltiar: Lastly, allow me to introduce the Archmage Taika Dysart, currently of the Moonshae Isles, and her beloved companion: Fistandia, Indigo-level Cleric of the Candlekeep.
Taika: Oh, Stars that is far too formal, Cal, darling. Hello Angie, Tam has told us so much about you. Well, not in words, but in how she was raised. You must be so proud of her.
Angie: I, um, I’m not her mother, but…but thank you—
Caltiar: I know you were not aware of our arrival, so I have brought ingredients to assist with breakfast. I am a decent chef, but if you will instruct me I will happily be your sous-chef as we prepare a breakfast for the Lady Tamara’s Birthday breakfast.
Angie: …
Caltiar: I don’t need oven mitts, you see. I have a natural advantage there.
Angie: … [shrugs] Well, the kitchen is this way…Caltiar, was it?
Caltiar: Call me Cal.