Enjoying the ball, Moira?
Actually, I am. It has been quite interesting so far - a lot of unfamiliar faces, to be sure. And what about you?
A lich? Well, that explained his deathly pallor, among other things. As long as none of his fingers fell into the punch.
'Hmm,' she said when Vraska mentioned this Jarad vod Savo to attempt to persuade her to his side, 'not exactly, no. Though he might just be pining for your company. I myself could quite imagine that,' she added with a chuckle.
'So whom of these other delightful people are among those you have had business contacts with?'
"Hah! He just doesn’t want to have to worry about me! Not much can kill a lich, but my gaze is one of those things."
Vraska scanned the ballroom, looking for anyone else she recognized. She pointed to a blonde-haired woman dressed in black at the bar. “Ah, that one. Thalia. I’ve been working with her recently. She has such potential in my field. I’ve been trying to help her realize it.”
"Hm, let’s see. I know you’ve met Lothlia. Other than that I don’t see too many faces related to business. It’s usually a shadowy affair."
'Thalia seems a bit young, she can scarcely be over twenty,’ Mera mentioned, stroking her chin. 'Though she is by far one of the better dressed individuals here, I must say.’ She decided against asking exactly what persuading someone of their potential for assassination entailed, thinking it was really none of her business.
'I was hoping this might be a good business opportunity for myself, but I have a feeling that my etherium deters people rather than attract them,’ she then said with a chuckle.
















