>>5480720As Solinsyr and his trailing procession of toadies and sycophants approaches the table of the confused-and-startled Princess of House Nyrr, you return to your own table. There, Oluwadamilare looks up from his evidently-engaging conversation with Jazkarmel.
“Dragonborn, do you need anything of me?” he asks, attentive and loyal as always, and aware of your scrutiny.
You wave his concern away.
“No,” you say. “It is all within my grasp… Enjoy the evening. You two should go, dance.”
Jazkarmel smiles widely, then frowns as her eyes drift towards the King of Elves.
“It is fine,” you assure her.
“But…”
She catches something in yoru expression—shrewd elf, to read a Reptilian!—and nods slightly. She still looks confused, but as she sees the Prince take the hand of the female you selected for him, you see tension leave her—a weight lift from this Drow which ahs persisted, weighing down her usual adventurous spirit since you arrived here in Wevenore and began meddling in the affairs of elves.
“Come on, Olu!”
“I still don’t know any elven dances,” he points out, though his objection is muted and he follows readily enough.
“No,” she admits, “but you’re good with your hips. We can make it work”
They laugh, and you feel… Warm again.
