[color=fff79a][b][h3]Baraian Paladice[/h3][/b][/color]

The paper which the dark elf had earlier took had turned into a magical butterfly and was now travelling across the room, the dark elf followed it with Heavy steps, avoiding to bumping into others along the way until it stopped by another butterfly of the same magic kind.

The dark elf looked below the butterfly, trying to figure out who the other piece of magical paper had come from. In the direction of from where the other butterfly had come from stood a... something? The dark elf stopped in his tracks, as if there had been a calculated error someplace and he had to back up and think it through again. [i][color=fff79a]'What is this?'[/color][/i] He pondered as he took a slight step forwards, then another one, glancing at Myra. The dark elf hated dancing, but he had to pull through on this one. For without this part, it would prove harder to find other rebels. But this… thing.. whatever it was… was his dance partner.

[color=fff79a][b]"Looks like we are the ones supposed to dance miss..."[/b][/color] He said in a monotone manner of voice, no hint of joy in his voice one bit. He just thought on how he could best endure the dance, maybe if he started to talk with her time would go faster...