Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150606215453/@comment-12599067-20150607233443

Viene was a bit overwhelmed.

As a given, she hadn't been wanting to stick in the shadow of her companion for long. Shan'axi was a perfectly fine companion and pretty close friend, but he wasn't terribly good for parties. That wasn't to say he was a stiff, but something about the giant Argonian looming nearby tended to worry some people. Argonian women stuck to him like flies to honey, but everyone else tended to give him (and, by default, Viene) an ample amout of space.

However, now that she was separated from him and in the midst of a rather large crowd, she was beginning to miss having him around. She didn't know anyone here and she wasn't exactly dying to strike up a conversation, especially since a number of people shot her glances she didn't recognize (she'd never been terribly good at reading faces) as she passed by. She knew the food was free and had helped herself to some foreign but very fancy-looking pastry, but she still found it all a bit much. She would've rather liked having someone to stick around, someone who she knew to some small degree and would fit in perfectly well...

There, to her left. The man she'd been talking with earlier... the soldier. Or mercenary. She still wasn't entirely certain which. Maybe both.

In any case, she already knew him to some degree, and while he was certainly well-built and obviously capable of defending himself, he didn't scare her or anyone around her. So, without a word, she quietly slipped up to them and wordlessly took a spot next to Lorcan.

"You two look rather drunk," Viene pointed out, a rather obvious statement considering the conversation she had heard as she had approached. "What've you been drinking and where can I get some?"