Before long, I found myself growing restless. The novelty of the event had worn off, and the thrill of mingling among nobles was starting to feel more like a chore. The last thing I needed was another Eldritch security officer breathing down my neck, interrogating me just for being in their vicinity. The thought made me smirk in wry amusement, but it was enough to push me toward the door.
The night had already descended, and while the festivities were still in full swing, I had seen enough. The celebration showed no signs of winding down, but I was ready to make my exit. I scanned the room for Mr. Balad, intending to thank him and say my farewells, but he was nowhere to be seen. Either he'd slipped away early, or he was busy with some other engagement.
