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[iceheart_isard]

When the door opens tonight, the sounds of an elegant dinner party are audible for a moment (restrained laughter, the low buzz of voices, glasses and silverware clinking perfectly). The woman who steps through is young and blonde and beautiful (aren't they all? even if her features are a little too sharp to be conventionally attractive), with the

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[underdarkangel]

Ther is a Drow in Bar tonight, he is favoring a little harder liqour this evening in the form of Elven Moondrop wine.

Upon her entrance Drizzt looks up from his wine to notice the the newcomer, after all it is not every day that someone walks into Millyways in an evening gown.

[iceheart_isard]

There may be a Drow in the bar, but Edallia certainly doesn't seem to notice him; she's a little too busy staring. At the tables, the laughing patrons at the bar, the-

Observation window-

She reaches out blindly and leans on the nearest available piece of furniture, which happens to be an unoccupied chair.

[underdarkangel]

in a flash Drizzt is off of his stool and at her side arms raised to catch her should she lose her balance.

"Good evening Milady i take it by your reaction that you are new to this place?"

His white hair is spilling over his shoulders, his purple eyes show concern for the new woman.

[iceheart_isard]

Startled, she lets go of the chair and whirls. She's silent for a moment, staring at him (because he's non-human and she knows very well what the Emperor thinks of non-humans), but she's Edallia and graciousness wins out after a moment's struggle.

"-Yes," she finally says, very eloquently.

[countofserenno]

Dooku's in the Bar. He's walking through, on his way back from the infirmary (and a long chat with a certain impulsive padawan of his) when he notices a new arrival with a form of dress that seems...both familiar and slightly out-of-place. So, he makes his way over to her.

"Good evening. Are you new here?"

She might just recognize the man, too...

[iceheart_isard]

She does not recognize the face, no.

Edallia looks up from the table she has appropriated, wine glass in graceful hand. "Good evening. I am, sir."

[countofserenno]

Dooku nods, and offers a hand. Impeccable manners are so interesting, aren't they? "Welcome to Milliways, then. I am Master Dooku, of the Jedi Order. And you would be?"

[iceheart_isard]

Another Jedi? The place is crawling with them. She'll have to watch herself.

Looking up at him with the polite wariness of a loyal Imperial citizen, Edallia places her hand in his, palm down. She's used to high society and men kissing her knuckles. "Edallia Monotheer, of Coruscant."