We'd move swiftly through the gathering. The show having begun, the floor was lively, people standing, walking and dancing about. Those things did not interest me though, even if they should have.
Traditional dances from another world, and ease dropping on conversations that could change the tide of the whole continent were interesting, but I had found something even better. A conspiracy to rule them all, or was I wrong.
I'd make it there, the person he was talking to naught but an after thought, I would still maintain some decorum.
"If I may interrupt, I'd like to borrow the duke for a moment." They'd observe my approach, and so greetings were unnecessary.
"If it isn't the undead count... go ahead, I do not mind." He, the man that stood with Rockwell, spoke, with a warm smile.
