~Talfen, the capital of Coldshore~
~The City Square, Black Jasmine~
Reqiel spun one more time out of turn when the dance was already over, causing the audience to cheer even louder, the flowy skirt they put him in swirling around even as his chest heaved from exertion.
He was just relieved that it was finally over, and he was about to hurry back into the cover of the fog when someone caught his wrist. And what do you know? It was none other than Faila, his arch-nemesis.
"No running away now," Faila said in her soft voice, her grip on him solid.
"But I danced as you said, I'm not running," Reqiel protested, slightly relieved that at least they were no longer on the stage.
"Yes but your task isn't over, an important patron has asked for you so you have to go entertain them," She said bluntly, not breaking her stride as she walked past tables filled with shadowy figures.
