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"I've no idea," Daemala noted, looking back towards the stairs. More sounds were coming from ahead, something large must have been up there for sure.

She lifted a skirt and slowly strolled to the center of the room, looking around at all the present guests. Already it was quite the turn out, she noted, looking around at the array of finery. She gently elbowed Timo, pointing out a woman across the room in a feathered ensemble with a smirk.

The bartender, meanwhile, presented a tumbler of Lahproaig 10. He grinned, rattling off the defining values of the exquisitely expensive drink, hoping this man appreciated the art.