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As Mesaana calmly wandered off to find Semirhage, Lanfear glanced around to find Rahvin. Some of the Friends of the Dark began to stir quietly, talking amongst themselves. Whispers of something happening between the Chosen. A few of the most observant ones left quietly. Too much quiet talk amongst the Chosen for their taste, certainly. They knew what that lead to.
Nonetheless, the dancers danced, the musicians played, the Friends of the Dark talked quietly to themselves, and from her seat on the back of a servant, Graendal smiled.
Nonetheless, the dancers danced, the musicians played, the Friends of the Dark talked quietly to themselves, and from her seat on the back of a servant, Graendal smiled.