Tyrith had received the invitation with some amusement, and accepted it mostly because it had been quite a while since he last had a chance to speak with Selester Tyrell. With one thing and another, their paths seldom crossed in the last ten years or so.
The Warden of the West seated himself at the table a couple spots over from Selester and grinned at the the older man. "Did you leave any wine in the Arbor or is it all on the sideboard?"