Rytien had been done eating for a long while, spending most of her time standing by the wall watching as people arrived. Then she saw Lyra pass by her in a strange conga line. She rushed over to tap on her shoulder.
"Hello Lyra! Glad you came, as if you'd miss this," she said gesturing to take in the large, colorful hall. "Did you hear about my new sword? The Heron Mark blade? Too bad those mangy 'security' orcs to it away." Rytien sneered in disgust.
"Well, anyway, I see you're enjoying yourself already!" Rytien grinned, looking around at the milling guests the remnants of Lyra's conga line. "Oh, you know, you should try some dragon steak. It really is exqusite!"
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