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Owain, Rig, Odila, Kalam, and Demerrage (Riders of the Dragon Armada) arrived together. Dressed in some of their finest armour, with shirt sailors dirks at their hips. The traveld in standard arrowhead fashion, seperating themselves enough to be greeted individually without creating discomfort for those who did the greeting, or followed behind. They held stiff faces, though kind enough. They greeted Gil most warmly, for they considered him a fellow warrior, and one of some note. The king and queen were presented with small gifts from the dragons, who were too large to attend. Dragon's blood jewels and ground scales and claws for the queen, and elegant scale sur coat for the King.

They did not sit imidiatly, but would stand behind King Jiscal respectivly, until the other seats were taken by those more important to this ball.

Jiscal was impressed with the Riders of the Dragon Armada. They had aided him before in taming a weld dragon, and now graced him with gifts and honours. He noted that they were wearing armour, but decided against saying anything about it. He knew that some people could not get out of their armour, he knew one of those people quite well actually. He thanked them and felt a bit more secure with their physical presence behind him.

"Oh, My gracious King, It is so good to see you!" A large and oftly round woman said as she thundered, as there is no other way to describ it, into the Hall. Jiscal's aunt Bertha had a very pompus voice, and a very loud personality. Eating was loud, breathing was loud, sing was loud.

Jiscal felt a sudden fear at that moment that Bertha would insist on singing tonight. That would make the elves cringe in fear and pain. He did not want to allow her the option, but alas missed his oppertunity to say so when Bertha turned her attention to the Riders of the Dragon Armada.

"Oh, what fine young men you have there, Your magesty." Her arrogant voice struck deep into the hearts of those around her. "Why don't you have them come by my house after this box social for a real shindig."

The King quivered, but since he had done so so frequently since meeting Tarathiel, no one noticed.

Odila frowned, but made no move to mention that she was a women, not a man. Nobles did not like to be corrected. Futunately for the five of them, their dragons had asked for their swift return after the ball. Demerrage looked at Kalam, who nodded. They had one goal tonight: keep Rig away from the wine otherwise he'd follow Bertha home.

"Ah ha!" Said a deep, drawling voice as Laurence followed close behind Bertha. "If it isn't my favorite um...relation!" The relation was there with King Jiscal, but this man was so old that no one could remeber what it was. He grabbed the king's hand and did not stop shaking it. He was dressed in an old gernerals uniform, a little baggy on his skinny, tall frame. Buck teeth and a monicle graced his face, which was mostly nose. "You know this reminds me of the great ball of eighty-two! Ahh, ahh! Why, my wife had been alive then and I was young and just awarded my first..." And so on.

Zeranda felt lucky that her only know family members were all dead. She was deafly afraid of what they would be like had they decided to come. She giggled at her husbands misfortune. It was little moments like this that made her appriciate him.

Jiscal smiled and listen half-heartedly. He honestly did not know what 'eighty two' actually meant, let along, why his 'uncle' Laurence was even invited. The king guessed that Laurence was simply invited to every occassion because he was probably the one person everyone knew, and was related to. "My Good mentor," A good way to avoid the issue of that relation, "I do enjoy our discussions of the past, but alas, I must continue to great other guests. When I make the rounds, I will be sure to visit you promptly." Actually, that did not sound to bad. Everyone would understand why he had not talked to them, for he was still listening to the ramblings of everyone's 'favorite' relation.
"Please, do be seated by that young elf woman by the buffet." He lead his uncle towards Naga.

Ok, so the wrinkles were the one's on his chest that she imagined she saw through his clothing. That's beside the point. She noticed the roll of his eyes and just continued, "I never have enough fabric to hide him, and I don't plan on changing that just because you made me fat." Her complaining momentarily stopped when she saw Arthur. She blinked, smiled just slightly, completely forgot about Sevilin, and walked up to Arthur feeling like playing. "Galesen," Brushing some of his hair around with her fingers she leaned in close. "You look good, but I didn't know you were coming along with the ride. This night may be entertaining after all." Then, molding her stomach with her hands she asked, "Do I look fat? I mean look at this extra skin."

Arthur blinked a few times as he watched both Sevilin and Zahara, it seemed at Sevy was a bit shocked that he was coming along, no surprise there really after all Arthur has done here in the fortress the young surface elf would even question why he was coming too. "Yeah I am, I had a strong feeling Piper would invite the both of you to come along as well..." his voice trailed off at the sight of Zahara walking over towards him and his light smile turned into a small tiny grin, though his ears twitched at the sound of his elven name and a small shiver ran through out his body, he wasn't use to hearing it yet. His grin widen just a little bit when he felt the drow touch his hair and moved it around a little bit, her fingers were so smooth. When she leaned in close he felt a little bit nervous, the only time he ever gotten this close was when she kissed him, and when his eyes looked at those lips the memory of that one kiss flashed through his mind. He chuckled nervously at her comment and blushed a little as he watched her eyes, then when she commented about her stomach he looked down towards it and paused as he watched her hands molding on top of it. He blinked a little bit then turned his attention back to those beautiful eyes of hers and smiled. "You don't look fat, in fact I think you look beautiful tonight Zahara..." His voice trailed off as he took one of her hands and kissed it lightly then looked back at her with a small grin. "You'll always look beautiful remember that."

The crowd silenced as the most well known Admiral, and also the only known Captain to survive the coup, Zhap Brandygan walked into the room with his assistant Kyp. "Why, Hello your Magesty. I am Zhap Brandygan, founder of Brandygan's Law. What is that Law again Kyp?"

Kyp sighed, "Do not interfere with the fishermen."

"That right, because if we interfere with the fishermen, the consequences would be unfathmable."

"Unfathomable, Sir." The helper said in resigned defeat.

"What Kyp said." Brandygan said.

"Please, take your seat." Jiscal said with resounding appeal.

"Most certainly." The Admiral winked at Zeranda, and took a seat near Naga.