Notice a signal.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot Lalarin "Rabbit's Foot" Relestel. She gives you a brief affirming nod the moment your eyes meet. Then, after a moment of mingling with another guest, she makes her way over to you. She curtsies politely.

She speaks loud and clear. "We apologize for the earlier disturbance. I do hope you continue to enjoy our house. There is still dinner to be had." Then, she glances left and right, and changes to a more casual, discreet tone of voice. "Mission accomplished."

You watch her hand reach down through the collar of her dress and pop out a marble from between her cleavage. She then slides it back in and smiles.

"Is that it then?" you ask.

"For now. Talking more isn't safe. I'll get back to you in the future when I'm able, but for now, just stay as long as you'd like. Thank you, Kyle." She nods, and then steps off to the next guest, continuing her obligations.

Bek strolls by a few moments after.

He looks up to you with a hand beside his mouth, and he whispers, "Think I'll slip out of here before anyone asks me too many questions. Enjoy the night, pal."

"You too," you reply. "Good job, by the way."

"I'm a natural." He snickers and heads off.

I kinda hope RF gets back to me soon. I really want to know what the hell I just helped her steal from her mother.

The mess takes little time to clean up, so once again, you find yourself in a glorious room full of overly dressed men and women of varying races. You mingle awkwardly with a number of them, hoping to perhaps gain connections to better-paying quests. Though, it becomes increasingly obvious you were only invited because nobody knew you, by a specific individual with a plan in mind. Still, you try to get your name out there.

You also keep your eyes open for any kind of mage, or information on one, that might be able to help with your most predominate issue--how you actually came here to begin with.

Surely there's some sort of archmage in this kingdom. There's always one of those in an RPG. But these folk either know nothing, or won't tell me what I want to know.

Not even half an hour passes since the incident when Eva approaches you.

"Hey, uhm. Kyle?" She looks around bashfully.

"What's up?"

She steps closer to whisper, "It's tearing more."

You look down to see her hand in front of her groin. It's low enough that the material there isn't nearly opaque enough to conceal this. Meanwhile, her breathing has quickened, and a couple beads of sweat are rolling down her forehead. Her chest shifts up and down as she takes deep inhales, and breaths out in an attempt to calm herself down--said chest only covered by a thin piece of fabric meant to be an accessory cloak.

"Why haven't you asked me to mend it?"

Her eyes widen. "I j-just forgot!"

"Let me fix it, Eva."

She looks left and right, and slowly pulls her hands away. You can see the very top of her slit exposed as the tear reaches its end.

You move your hands beneath her covering, and grab both halves of the suit to tug together. With one hand moving up, and the other down, you pinch it closed as tightly as it once was. Then you utter the magic word, "Mend". The material starts to close together. It's quite a bit, so you unfortunately have to cast the spell a second time to finish the job, but it's fortunately not a very exhausting bit of magic.

She pulls the cloak away and her eyes her body over. It's as good as new! She swings the cloak over her shoulder and wipes her brow. "That was scary. Thank you. But do you mind if we leave soon? I'm drained after all this."

Staying for longer just to get another meal is really not worth it. I'm so bored. Plus, the job is already done.