"Ah, the lack of proper weapon storage. The bane of every battle ready reveler." Grandfather Trafalgar said with a tone of commiseration. After a moment, the old man addressed not just Caria, but Ellion and Amalia as well. "Either way, the food should be ready soon enough. Come. Sit." Once everyone had settled in to await the food, Grandfather Trafalgar spoke up again. "I believe introductions are in order." The storyteller declared. "I am Trafalgar, Grandfather of the Pandž Perja Caravan. For the most part though, people just call me Grandfather Trafalgar." The old man gestured to Miloh then. "And this is Miloh of the Weasel Tribe, from the Isle of Shipwrecked Children. May we know who you three are?"