No servants because everything is so thoroughly enchanted, Martel surmises, and idly considers some of the possibilities this puts into his own mind while he takes a seat and investigates the glass that's just served itself to him. It's an easier thought than the subject of going through this again, never quite certain whether it's worth worrying about or if, like the rest of them, Sparhawk will appear long enough to throw him off-balance and then drift back to wherever he came from.

And yet.

"My brother made an untimely appearance," he explains (sort of), almost wry. "I wasn't as prepared for it as I'd have liked."