You are Mouse, the ogre. Although raised by humans you found yourself in service of the dark elven queen - and with her blessing you have embarked on a quest to purge the corruption plaguing the very world you live in.

You are not alone. Your mission is shared by an eclectic band of companions:
-Phineous, the sophisticated orc of culture.
-Smutkin, the formerly depraved bard who took your mission for his own
-Sparky, the warped imp that took on affinity to holy magic
-Tithe, the diminutive yet vigilant gargoyle
-Chloe, the shadow of the queen sent to safeguard you and your mission.
-Diana and Minerva, the guardian golems that found you and your cause to be a worthy one
-Elle, the royal courier
-Harriet and Janet, the twin scouts

Most of them are not with you right now, as you enter into a banquet hall of a particularly opulent mansion in the merchant quarter of the cathedral fortress. Right now it's just you and Chloe.

You are going to a party.

Your gaze lingers on your half elven plus one for this occasion, taking in the elegant nonchalance with which she carried herself and the dark silk dress that flowed around her silhouette.

"Is something wrong?" She asked, her voice deliberately relaxed and condescending. You couldn't be entirely sure, but from the glint behind her glare you got the feeling that her enjoyment of the role at least partially eclipsed her frustration at being required to remain in the open rather than sneaking in, at request of princesses Claudia and Alicia she chose to honour.

"I hope not." You replied, even while mulling over the current circumstances.

After you concluded your business in the warehouse basement it was already getting late and you were worried you wouldn't make it to the banquet the human princesses arranged an invitation for you to attend. So you decided to leave most of your companions to do a more thorough search of the hideout for clues alongside the temple guards (Celestine ensured the guards would be cooperative) while leaving Elle to accompany her friend to the courier barracks. The man looked shaken enough from his ordeal.

In the end it fell just to you and Chloe to make your way back to the cathedral compound and your suites. Lady Celestine accompanied you herself, riding atop an alicorn that was waiting for her outside the warehouse, causing evening traffic to die along your route, citizens pausing whatever they were doing to watch and gawk and speculate.

A surprise awaits you as you seek to make do to make yourself presentable for the social event - the outfits you and Chloe are now wearing, apparently courtesy of Celestine herself. Whether it was something she had planned before or something prompted by her precognition would remain a question you'd have to ask her later. In the meantime you were grateful, as the garments likely contributed to the polite treatment you've received from the doorman of the guild owned mansion you've just entered.