In spite of her disdain for such decadence, Dain continued to socialise as best as she could, occasionally complementing ladies on their finery and discussing recent passings of nomadic tribes across the desert lands. Some of their guests had sworn that they had seen deeply-coloured elves – Gael – galloping across the sands on their horses. Others claimed that they’d seen armoured men passing through – some carrying the banner of a lion, whilst others argued that they’d seen the same thing, only that the men were clad in shadows. Dain indulged their curiosity without giving away her knowledge, her wide eyes and demure demeanour goading their (albeit horrifically inaccurate) accounts of such sightings. Men and women alike gossiped like their tales would change the world. In some ways, the Midgardian supposed, there was no world quite unlike the present. In her peripheral vision, the warrior occasionally glanced at the rogue. It was partially with impatience, but partly in admiration. He could slip his hand into pockets and come up with hold just as easily as he could insert himself into conversation. She rolled her eyes and smirked; damn schmooze. A schmooze who could settle wherever he wanted. Of course, that wasn’t the only thing he could fit into so snugly. She flushed and pinched herself. Don’t be such a damn fool. Keeping up the act and for something to do, Dain gently parted ways, allowing her hand to be kissed and for ladies to politely curtsey, returning the latter flourish with carefully-constructed grace and gentility. She carefully turned and gently put her arm around Rath’s, gently resting it as she listened to their conversation, softly nodding with genuine interest. For a moment, she allowed herself to indulge her curiosity and embrace some new knowledge about what was happening. She remembered to smile and act the part of an excited youngster, gasping with controlled fascination, occasionally inserting an, ‘Oh, sir!’ or a ‘Oh, my lady!’ when politics turned to gossip. Frosvaaken be damned, once this was done, she was going to start a bar fight.