Whatever dinner that is served is scant fare compared to the wealth and variety displayed at the faire; It is mainly the ever present stew, fresh fruit, and some cheese. Most of the covenfolk eat their meal outside, on tables set up in the trees around the pond. Soon, it is the magi who are left in the feast hall.
"While I've got you all here," says Dierdre, after she finishes her bowl of stew, " there's some business to be taken care of. First, we have some new arrivals - Albertus Pictor ex Bonisagus was supposed to have arrived in the spring with you lot, but got delayed. He was invited here, like you were, and I officially welcome him to the covenant." Deirdre hands Albertus a small box with a silver ring set with a blue stone whose hues shift subtly. Albertus notices that every other magus wears a similar ring - it is the official token of welcome that allows one to cast spells unimpeded within the Aegis of the covenant.
"Secondly, I have called in some old favors; Until such time as another hermetic magus skilled in healing wishes to come here, Murchadh* will be taking over the hospital here. He is a skilled chirugeon and physician, and one I trust."
Murchadh, who has sat quietly, and eaten little, is tall and lean, with longish blonde hair, and blue eyes. His build suggests some kind of martial training, yet he carries no weapon. His clothes are all pale colors, blue and white. "I am honored to have been invited here," he says, standing, his voice a decent tenor, and not particularly memorable. "While I hope you won't need my services much, I hope to be of as much service as possible." He bows, politely, before sitting back down.
(* pronounced MUR-kha)