10 minutes earlier,
Magnus and Mercy were standing by the bar corner, observing the couples dancing hand in hand on the ballroom floor with great interest.
Disguised as humans, they seamlessly blended in with the crowd, although one of them seemed more at ease than the other.
While Mercy sipped her drink calmly, Magnus grew increasingly restless, his patience waning.
Eventually, he asked, "So, who is it that you wanted me to meet here?"
Without missing a beat, Mercy pointed in the direction of a waiter carrying a tray full of drinks and walking toward them.
"There he is," she said.
As the waiter arrived at their spot, Mercy deftly lifted a glass from the tray he was carrying, and the waiter continued to walk on normally.
Perplexed, Magnus frowned and said, "What the hell was that? He didn't even say anything."
