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[ somewhat shockingly, the pair listens to the soporati talk, though they retain their aloof expressions. ]

Well, if it makes you feel any better, [ the lady says, her eyes glancing towards one of the side doors, ] they haven't told any of us much about what to expect tonight.

[ her companion slips an arm around her waist. possessively? no. to guide her away. likely so she'll stop flirting with jim and possibly to stop her from saying more. ] They have told us enough, my dear. It's a celebration, after all. Wouldn't want to spoil the surprise.

The surprise, dear is just what kind of relic is being presented. We all know that it must be something important or we wouldn't be here. A godly gift, perhaps?

[ the soft purr on the word "gift" at least brings a smile to the lord's face. something to note there. the lord might have a similar "gift" presented from her or he might have presented one to another himself. ]

Very much so. Now, come along. We wouldn't want to take up all of the lady's time.

[ the hand on her waist tightens and the pair heads off, but not before the lady gives jim another approving look-over. ] If you ever get tired of your plaything, I'd be happy to take him off your hands.

I won't, [ neve responds immediately. ] But it's cute that you think you have a chance.

[ the lady huffs, but says nothing in response. neve notes the pair as two to keep an eye and ear on later, turning to find another lead —

— and suddenly catching the eye of one of the elven servants across the room. a slave, more likely, someone with good reason to want to disrupt things or escape. the slave boy watches her for a moment before ducking through a doorway with the air of someone who wants one person to notice but not the whole party.

neve doesn't immediately respond, her eyes flitting around the room for a few moments longer to keep up appearances. she turns to face jim, leaning in against his ear with her hands high on his chest, on the pretense of adjusting his clothes — she has to be the model of a patron, after all. this is easy enough to pass off as gossiping about the pair they just parted from.

even though this time it's not. ]

We're headed across the room. Look casual. Elven slave caught my eye intentionally and disappeared. I want to know why.

[ and if they can free a slave during all this or maybe after? that will be a win, too. ]