Gossip was a wonderful thing. Even the smallest piece of information filtered through lips loosened by alcohol could be devastating when used by the right person. One of the reason why gathering like this was always something Velethuil made time for. That and the general misplaced arrogance of the Bravado noblemen and women. Still, one of the more graceful guests had caught his eye. More than that, even, when she had outright approached him and asked to dance. Something the Fae had mastered over countless years. He offering a hand with a sweeping bow.

"I assure you, my dear, it would take far more than that to bother me. Dancing with you would be a pleasure." She took his hand, and the two made their way to the floor, waltzing to the soothing music drifting out from the band.