Dain took a deep breath, her eyebrows furrowing, tensing up before grappling Rath's arm, standing bolt upright. This shit'd better be worth it, she thought gruffly. __ A beautiful arrangement of pearl and marble, the mansion's ballroom cascaded and meandered like the waves of a great sea; endless and remarkable; as guests danced and bustled in their finery, the excitement was contagious. Elegant curtains wavered against windowless walls, brimming with regal splendour, flickering as feet accidentally caught against them. Above, the great chandelier glittered and flickered, the breeze of the great doors catching the candles as the outside breezed inside. Lines of people gathered outside the plaza, some already with drinks in their hands. Before Dain and Rath could enter, Diedriech pulled them aside. 'T-the … the tiara. R-remember, I'll pay good money. Please don't take long...' Dain frowned, 'It takes as long as it has to.' The man's eyes glanced downwards, momentarily looking morose and uncertain.