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"Mulled wine," Asche muttered as he swirled his wine glass in a corner. Standing alone, watching everyone mill about, Asch felt more alone than he had ever been in his life. Thinking back, he couldn't help, but wonder what General Hawkins and Stara had been talking about before he came to the party. "I hate you guys," he muttered into his wine, taking a sip.

"Ah, Asche. There you are," came a satisfied voice to his left. Turning to the voice, Asche nearly dropped his wine glass, as he stared at the U.P.A officer standing before him. "G-go away," he waved his hand at the officer, splashing him with wine. He ran as fast as he could, trying to get away from the officer. His face pale, his eyes wide, he stared behind him, not knowing where he was going, when he ran into a wall. "Oof," was all he said, before running towards the crowd, trying to hide from the officer.

"Asche?" Asche whirled around, his hand, instictively going for his sword, and his senses were raised. "Asche, its Stara." He turned to see a woman wearing a formal Red Knight's haulbrak over a flowing crimson gown. His eyes grew wide as he looked up to the person's face, and nearly feinted from shock. The woman's features were sharp, and her eyes looked as though she could read you like a book. Her hair fell to her shoulders, and was dyed crimson, to match her gown. "Stara," he whispered, "Is that you?" He reached out and pulled her in a close hug, then released her blushing furiously. "S-sorry," he mumbled.

Stara smiled sweetly, "Of course it is, silly." She took his hand and pulled him away from the crowed, to the farthest wall. "Hawkins said that I'm to keep an eye on you while your here." She looked around with a smile, "Isn't it wonderful?"

"Yeah," Asche muttered, "Wonderful."