The party was still bustling and the music lured people into merriment. The wind mage stepped to the outer balcony and surveyed the area as if he was a knight on watch again. Mostly out of habit and a little for nostalgia, Either way, he felt a bit more at home on the outskirts of the affair. He leaned on the railing of the balcony and stared back into the ballroom.
"Hard to believe it," he shook his head. looking over the room at his pregnant fiance and the others that poured around. mages and warriors from all over. Some he had fought alongside and others he fought against.
"To think I used to live in a small village," he whispered to himself, popped through the doorway for a moment, and snagged a small plate of finger food. He tossed one in the air and caught it in his mouth before leaning back to enjoy the blissful sounds of the music and the open sky.
He felt he should talk to someone, after all, they were all here. But who would he even approach? He also needed to track down the man that wanted to speak with him briefly.
"I wonder how many political maneuvers are being pulled in there."
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