The tavern was a blurred mess of spinning silk, clanking plate armor, and the smell of spilled Merlot.
I was currently trapped in a mental cage match with Milabuella, who was trying to lead the dance with a grace I didn't possess, while I was trying to figure out if the tavern's floorboards could handle Sir Alex's sheer mass.
"Milabuella! If you dip us one more time, I'm going to hurl!" I screamed internally.
"But Seraphine, the momentum! The romance! The way Prince Althur's hair is getting damp from the humidity! It's—"
CRASH.
Barnaby the Auditor, looking like he'd reached his absolute limit with my "dual-personality" routine and Jin's off-key singing, grabbed the nearest goblet to soothe his frazzled nerves.
He didn't notice that the goblet had a faint, shimmering pink vapor rising from it, one of the "emergency samples" from my pouch that had accidentally leaked during the volcano eruption.
