[b]Aaron[/b]
Strolled around the room greeting everyone and guessing names. It wasn't too hard to work most of them out and then the rest were just a process of elimination.
He tried the chocolate fountain besides Neven.[@Eklispe] 
His eyes follow the beauty in gold and red as she enters late.
"Who do you reckon is under that mask?" Aaron asks Neven, he had his own suspicions but was interested in the thoughts of another.


[b]Valask[/b]
Payed no other any attention. He had headed straight to the bar. His outfit was clearly intended for the role of some sort of warlock or sorcerer, propane ran down hidden pipes to an igniter in the palm of his hand, capable of producing dazzling theatrical flames. He marvelled at the dancing light while drinking his beer.