After fetching two mugs of chilled juice, Ashlynn and Heila continued their circuit around the perimeter of the masquerade ball. With her first night in the High Fen as a lesson, she was trying to be conscious about how quickly the alcohol that seemed to flow freely could get to her head and opted for less intoxicating drinks whenever the opportunity presented itself.
As the ladies moved around the great hall, they avoided the pockets of conversation that seemed deeply rooted in local events or discussions about Nyrielle's visit to the vale. She couldn't participate much in the former and she'd heard more than enough of the latter.
