We have to make decision in the end.

              To live or die, to give up, or keep going.

                            Did you think I got anywhere in my life by giving up?

              Even when I was at my worst?

No.   I beared my teeth and told them to the void with you!

“You know—

– Set right before entering the Winter Palace during Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts, open to members of the Inquisition

“Alright, all I have to do is go in there...And...” He knew very well going into the ball at the Winter Palace could go sourly very quickly. Especially as a ‘heathen, savage’ elf. Humans were the sort, after all. Finding any excuse to look down on someone. Even if his people had once been the height of civilization.

“Creators, give me strength,” he grumbled in the quiet place in the garden. Myrrdin had been apprehensive ever since Josephine had mentioned coming here. He knew how to talk to his own people, he did so frequently at meetings of various clans.

Yet Orlesian nobility was an entirely different culture. And something he wasn’t comfortable with.

“Mythal, Dirthamen...I’ll even ask Fen’Harel for his assistance!” Fen’Harel had been known to help elves, in tricks and such. He steepled his hands, pressing his fingers to his lips as he continued to pace.

The sound of someone approaching caught his attention, amber orange eyes glancing up and acknowledging them.