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A slightly smug smile on Mesaana's face as she sipped her wine. Everything was going according to her plan. Lanfear had taken the bait, it seemed. The party was very well, it seemed. Setting down her empty wineglass, she crossed her arms firmly under her breasts. A Friend of the Dark quickly edged out of her field of vision. There was a subtle pleasure in the awe that one inspired.